My dear Old Mac,

I have been away for 10 days and on my return found your letter awaiting me. I was glad to get it and learn that you were still in the flesh--for months I have heard nothing of your whereabouts--Whit [Whittemore] wrote me that you had left N.Y. but said nothing of your whereabouts and I wrote him asking where you were but have not yet had an answer. While in Keeseville [N.Y.] where I made a visit of 10 days we spoke of you but did not know if you were at home and as we had a nurse girl along with us it was too much of a trip for us and too much of an imposition on our friends to take the whole family over to Canada.

I enjoyed my visit very much in Keeseville and came back ready for work again. I did not learn of the death of Dr. Ben till I arrived in Keeseville the day before his funeral which was too late to attend or I should have gone. Whit was there but I have not heard from him since. I shall write him soon as I am anxious to hear something soon of Dr. Ben's trouble. Prof. Peaslee attended him and made an autopsy. Mme. Jennie Kingsland wrote Emma that there was some trouble at the base of the brain causing a sudden development of diabetes. He noticed the diabetes symptoms a few days before his death and told Miss Bede that his work was over but they think he had no idea his end was so near. When I hear more particulars I will let you know.

Emma says give Dr. McQuesten my kindest regards and tell him I know of no friend in the world it would give me more pleasure to receive a visit from, tell him to come and make a long visit. I most certainly join her in this invitation. If I could leave business as you now can I should rejoice to come and see you and my other friends in Canada. Give my kindest remembrances to Isaac and his good wife, why can't they come with you for a few days? We have room enough and to spare and it is pleasant in Titusville now. This is our formal invitation but I mean what I say. Please give very kind regards to your father & his wife. Let me hear from you soon.

Sincerely, yours

Parson [Dr. George O. Moody]