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LETTER LXIII.

The last mail brought me no letter from you, from
which I infer you have left the city, and I sincerely hope you
will not return to it until there is a frost. The post neglected
to call for my letters, by which means I shall be a week in
arrear. Why, my dear boy, do you omit all mention of your
health, strength, and feelings. Remember, I beseech you,
how anxious I am upon these subjects, and all others which

concern you, personally. Do not forget to jog the memory
of my friend Clay, about writing to me.

Mr. Brown, of Halifax, N. C., and Mr. R. H. Jones, of
Warrentown, left me yesterday morning. They had been
here since this day week, and confidently expected to see Mr.
Macon, who had appointed to meet them here on the 25th of
July; but he did not come, to our great disappointment. It is
greatly to be feared that he is sick. Tudor just now came
over from Mr. Rice's. He is well, and requests to be remembered
kindly to you. My health is so bad that I despair of
making you understand the state of it. The digestive faculty
is gone, and the whole nervous system shattered. Life is,
indeed, for the most part, to me, a burden. We have had
many very heavy rains within the last ten days. The crops
on the small streams are destroyed; and, indeed, the tobacco
is every where firing.

Adieu! my son.