Friday Morning. 

Dear Austin.

           Father says he came down upon
you so unexpectedly that you hardly had time
to recover from your surprise before he was off
again - he says you were so astonished that
you hardly knew what to say - he thinks
you are not very well, and I feel so anx-
ious about you that I cannot rest until
I have written to you and given you some
advice. They say Mr Sweetser is going - he may
not and he may. I will conclude to risk
him. I am very sorry indeed that your eyes
have been so troublesome. I really hope they are
better and will trouble you no more.
You ought to be very careful about using them
any now - I do not care if you never write
me a letter, if you'll only spare your eyes un-
til they have got better. / I would not spend
much strength upon those little school boys - you
will need it all for something better and
braver, after you get away. It would rejoice my
heart, if on some pleasant morning you'd turn