Franklin, October
24, 1850.
Dear Fletcher, I have
yours of the 22d. I am growing so fat here, I hate to think of leaving. My
cough spasms are pretty much gone off. I am out doors all day, if it be a fair
day, and I am getting to be hungry. At least, I can sit at table, amid the odor
of viands, while other people eat, which I could not do a month ago. I shall
stay as long as I can. Evidently, the air suits my case. I hear no news, I read
no newspapers.
D. W.
SOURCE: Fletcher
Webster, Editor, The Private Correspondence of Daniel Webster, Vol.
2, p. 396
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