(Confidential)
Eyre Hall. January 11th 1830.
My dear brother,
It was with heartfelt disappointment that I was obliged to relinquish the expectation of meeting you here on our arrival; and, subsequently, to forego the hope of your coming at a later period. But the cause of your detention has been a source of keen anxiety indeed. This has been in a measure relieved by the assurance, given in Virginia's letter to Eth, that you were then better; and I have no doubt, but that with proper care, and prudence, in the management of yourself, you will be gradually growing better, and that the spring will restore you to your wonted health. I think, too, that we have a prospect of a mild winter, which will be favourable to you. So far, it has been unusually warm; and, here, I may say, without a paradox, it has been, even, genial in its temperature. The white bells are blooming, and the grass has not yet assumed it's full suit of winter brown.
You have always, been dear to me, my dear brother, but now, the fraternal affection which was, once shared with another, is centred in you. I think of you, and your dear family, incessantly; your anxieties and your hopes; your welfare, and, even, your health, is interwoven with my own; and my prayers are constantly offered to Heaven to bless you in all things. And in these aspirations, I am comforted with a firm confidence and hope that Heaven will hear and bless them.
The children mention in their letters, lately












