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1 Near Meaford May 23d /65 Dear Friend Emily, I wrote you on the first of last Jan and have not yet received any answer,
so, as might well be expected, the last drop of my patience, which is awaiting the arrival of your letters is always small,
has leaked away. I have been seeking a reason for your unwonted silence, but whether it proceeds from your being sick, or
married, or crazy, or angry, I could not decide. I already did not forget to send my address. I hope that the speedy appearance
of a long letter will throw clearness upon this subject and give that pleasure which your Pr du Chin news always brings. I
sincerely trust Emily that you are well and happy in the enjoyment of good friends and of those blessing as plentifully bestowed
upon all those who love duty. I often think that perhaps you may feel something of lonesomeness at times when all is still
and thought follows thought in a long retrospect of friends, hopes gone forever, but I am sure that you can never be without
friends and those who in the fear of God seek to perform every duty possess abiding happiness in all the relations of life.
My brother Dannie who has been with me all winter, has now gone to Buffalo N.Y. he is in a machine shop. My brotherinlaw D
Galloway who used to write me when I lived at Pr du Chin, paid us a visit but he has returned home, and poor me is left in
Canada, farther from home and longer from home than me ever was before. Your will not wonder then to hear that I am at times
touched with melancholy or lonesionness