‘_Dec. 23, 1878._--“I shall go to rest to-night nestling under my Laura’s love, and I shall rise very early to thank her,” was my thought last night, as I got into my nice comfortable bed, with her soft, light, warm quilt above me. And here I am sitting by my blazing wood fire, long ere dawn, with that same quilt like a shawl round my shoulders,--so comfy! Luxurious Char! But, after all, I have not begun my thanks, and where am I to end them?