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Your Uncle T. is building another wing to his house. There is
two rooms, in it, one for a library and the other a bed room.
The hot dry weather has almost scorched us up, the shr-
ubery and grass looks badly at this time, but notwithstanding
it is the most peasanat residence I know, if there is a brease it
gives us a touch--The old office looks retired and comfort
able, it is well shaded by locust and morning glory, it is
prity in the morning when those vines are in full boom

You say you expect things are changed hear, and
perhaps the souls are chanced. The senery dose ware
a different face a little. But Theodore, the souls has not
changed, yes my son I think I can say with ruth that
all your relations love you, and are high in hope
that you are on the road to be a bright ornament to the fami
ly, and more happy yourself. I hope you may be happy
if you get the appointment that you expect, which is
the only reason I wish you to get it. In fact I do not alow
myself to think of it much, it is shocking to my feeli-
ngs to think of the danger you will have to incounter, the accide
nts that may occur and the distance you will be losted
from me by the billow, I must not think, no,
it will heat my brain, I will hush my feelings to rest, and
pray to the one that has all power to shield you from dan
ger on your pilgrimage through this boisterous world

I would hope if I dare that you would come and
see us before you go to sea, but I ask nothing, do as
you think best. In the mean time what shall I say
to the young lady that is willing to wate so long
for you? I should be pleased to present you to her.
I presume you will be surprised to hear that John Cooms
is marryed to Miss Eliza Bain, who would of though it.
the other sister will be marryed next tuesday to a Mr Hanly
Mr McMaon sends his respects to you, and says he is not
acquainted with the gentleman you spoke of nor ever traveld
the road you speak of. You are also mistaken in his being a scoch
man. All sends love to you. Write soon, your mother & friend

B. Sloan