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Oberlin July 17, 1837

My dear Sister
Clarice

You shall have a
letter. I think it must be you are mistaken about not
recieving any letters from us. I am sure I have
written you more than once. If I have not written
you please forget, and forgive. I assure you this
neglect has not arisen from want of interest. I have
usually meant you all when I have adressed you
individually. We received your precious letter last
week. And it came just in time. I was glad so glad
to hear from home that I hardly slept or ate for several
days. Your letters by Miss Crales were destroyed as
you already know. The little box from Charley came
safe. It came alone, nothing by which I could tell
to whom I was indebted. In concluded it was from
some such friend. Give him a thousand thanks and
a dozen kisses. I ate them, and thought of home, sweet
home. John has been here for several days—I was
glad to see him. He is quite well and will write
a part of this letter. How kind and good God has been
to us while we have been separated one from the other.
All has gone on well with us here and you at home
have enjoyed health and prosperity. I could not
just feel greatful when I read your letter. My own
heart condemmed me. I felt that it was infinitely
more than I deserved. But so it is—I was
glad to hear of most you wrote—but was distressed
read such bad things of Harriet White—I have not