“No intention of forfeiting my promise, but mere want of time, has prevented me from continuing my journal. You seem pleased at the long stupid one I sent, and therefore I shall certainly continue to write at every opportunity. . . . We have had, as you know, so many teasing anxieties of late, that I have got a kind of habit of foreboding that we shall never be comfortable, that he will never settle to work, which I know is wrong, and which I will try with all my might to overcome
“We have had a letter from your brother, the same mail as yours, I suppose. .
. . Why does he tease you with so much good advice? is
it merely to fill up his
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“Do write soon. Though I write all about myself, I am thinking all the while of you, and I am uneasy at the length of time it seems since I heard from you. Your mother and Mr. White is running continually in my head, and this second winter makes me feel how cold, damp, and forlorn your solitary hours will feel to you. I would your feet were perched up again on our fender. . . .
