TO MISS MARY OWENS.

VANDALIA, December 13, 1836.

MARY:—I have been sick ever since my arrival, or I should have written

sooner. It is but little difference, however, as I have very little

even yet to write. And more, the longer I can avoid the mortification

of looking in the post-office for your letter and not finding it, the

better. You see I am mad about that old letter yet. I don’t like very

well to risk you again. I’ll try you once more, anyhow.

The new State House is not yet finished, and consequently the

Legislature is doing little or nothing. The governor delivered an

inflammatory political message, and it is expected there will be some

sparring between the parties about it as soon as the two Houses get to

business. Taylor delivered up his petition for the new county to one

of our members this morning. I am told he despairs of its success, on

account of all the members from Morgan County opposing it. There are

names enough on the petition, I think, to justify the members from our

county in going for it; but if the members from Morgan oppose it, which

they say they will, the chance will be bad.

Our chance to take the seat of government to Springfield is better than

I expected. An internal-improvement convention was held there since we

met, which recommended a loan of several millions of dollars, on the

faith of the State, to construct railroads. Some of the Legislature are

for it, and some against it; which has the majority I cannot tell.

There is great strife and struggling for the office of the United States

Senator here at this time. It is probable we shall ease their pains in

a few days. The opposition men have no candidate of their own, and

consequently they will smile as complacently at the angry snarl of the

contending Van Buren candidates and their respective friends as the

Christian does at Satan’s rage. You recollect that I mentioned at the

outset of this letter that I had been unwell. That is the fact, though

I believe I am about well now; but that, with other things I cannot

account for, have conspired, and have gotten my spirits so low that I

feel that I would rather be any place in the world than here. I really

cannot endure the thought of staying here ten weeks. Write back as soon

as you get this, and, if possible, say something that will please me,

for really I have not been pleased since I left you. This letter is

so dry and stupid that I am ashamed to send it, but with my present

feelings I cannot do any better.

Give my best respects to Mr. and Mrs. Able and family.

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