...as at Brooklyn, but I managed to go on to Boston Monday night, an aunt and cousin with me, having taken the steamer by the Stonington route, so that not till Tuesday afternoon did I meet my family at Lewiston, Me. Guy was then a little lad of a year and eight months, and Grace a babe in the cradle. A homecoming after that first separation at Watervliet and long absence was delightful, indeed. It was no...