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LETTER CXXXIV.

I wrote to you on this day week from Georgetown. On
reaching the house, I learned that my brother Harry had
been overturned the day before in the Winchester stage, and
was dangerously hurt. I set out immediately, and found
him confined to his bed, about thirty miles above Alexandria.
He was severely wounded, and has suffered extreme
pain; but I left him out of danger on Thursday morning.
Mrs. T. reached him on Thursday evening. On my return,
I found your letter of the 30th of December, and the enclosed
elegant epistle unsealed. I am glad to hear that you
have anticipated my prescription, and rejoice in your sporting

success. This fine weather will, I hope, fill our icehouse—a
most important consideration.

Your Tennessee news is not so good. In a case of this
sort, however, I always pity the parents—the child never.

You say nothing about the dogs. Has Sancho recovered
his eye-sight? Is Dido likely to have another litter, and
how comes on the puppy?

In haste and confusion.