Not hearing from [you] after writing you last week, I fear you are
ill--may I not know? I am myself ill, as I feared. On Thursday last I
was taken violently ill indeed, and have but just got about. In
truth, I'm hardly able to write you, but as I have to go to work on
Friday, _sure_, I may as well practice a little on you. And the
weather up here is Paradisaical. Leigh and I took a walk this morning
in the woods. We scared up a wild deer, but I did not feel able to run
it down and present you with its antlers.
I hope you are well, that you are all well. And I hope Heaven will put
it into your good brother's heart to send me that picture of the
sister who is so much too good for him--or anybody.
In the meantime, and always, God bless you.