DEAR Mrs. Hazlitt,—I will assuredly come, and find you out, when I am better. I am driven from house and home by Mary’s illness. I took a sudden resolution to take my sister to Edmonton, where she was under medical treatment last time, and have arranged to board and lodge with the people. Thank God, I have repudiated Enfield. I have got out of hell, despair of heaven, and must sit down contented in a half-way purgatory. Thus ends this strange eventful history—
But I am nearer town, and will get up to you somehow before long—
I repent not of my resolution.
’Tis late, and my hand unsteady, so good b’ye till we meet.