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LETTER XXXVII.

You must not think that I neglect you. I have barely
time to thank you for your letters, and to request that
you will continue to write to me, regularly once a week.
My health and avocations will, I fear, preclude me from being
as good a correspondent as I have heretofore been; but
you must not mind that. Give my love to your mother,
my dear Tudor. I wrote to her by the Orleans mail yesterday,
(which brought me no letter,) and sent her a book;
Scott's Lay of the last Minstrel. Give my love, also, to
Sally, my dear Theodore, and to your friends in Tennessee,

when you write to them. Enclosed, is a Christmas-box,
which you will divide between you. Adieu, my sons.