LETTER FOURTEEN.
London,
March 10th, 1839.
My Dear Sister,
We received your last on Friday afternoon, and were very glad to hear that all were then so well. Hope my dear mother will continue so, and that my father is quite recovered. I am afraid they must be suffering very much in consequence of my father not being able to work. It also grieves me to think how much you must be injuring yourself to assist me.
With respect to my brother James and his going to Australia, I believe he has never yet thought deeply enough on so great an undertaking: as that of removing to the distance of sixteen thousand miles. The distance is tremendous, when the globe itself is but twenty-
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