The weather is dry, clear, and very cold and windy Last night was fearfully cold but there was so high a wind that we had little or no frost. and it is too cold to allow me to write with a very great degree of comfort, as I can not get near any fire to write. Two years, aye, one year ago. I would have thought it im possible to Endure the cold and fatigue that I now do and yet I feel no stronger. Although the difference in the climates of Virginia and Mich is almost imperceptible yet the air of Va. is much purer. and more conducive to health than that of Mich I am glad to hear the report of Rene's death contradicted. as I have never been able to satisfy myself. that it was true. It was impossible to believe that death was his fate. and I now feel much cheered by the hope that we shall again meet when “this cruel war is over” and peace is again known. I received a letter from aunt Jeannette a couple of days since. She said nothing concerning her ill health but seemed as cheerful and placid everything in as pleasant a light as she usuale does and her letters are always cheerful and full of interest to me. Received a letter from Martha Darling at the same time in which she desired me to send her best wishes to you and Mother. She is attending school at Ypsilanti but will leave at the close of the present term. I was very happy to learn of your good health and trust that it may continue so for many years to come. It gives me great pleasure to know that times are so prosperous at home. The people of the north know nothing of the ravages of war and of the hardships endured, not only by the soldiers, but also by the citizens whose lot it is to live in the invaded portions of our country. My heart sickens when I see a family, (as I often do) stripped of everything to eat and their houses burned down and think of the coming winter. Yet many of them are guilty of harboring the (worse than highwaymen,) guerrillas and to secure our own safety such measures seem almost just. Hoping to hear from you and Mother again soon I remain as ever your Affectionate Son Edwin R Havens