It is Sunday evening and here I sit by my fire all alone, dreary and my thoughts with no one here to cheer me, such is always the case with me when I have nothing to divert my thoughts to something else. How many times has my conscience reproached me for not fulfilling my promise to write to thee, and I have intended to do so every week and once I haven went to far as to begin a letter, but when I read it over it seemed so foolish that I would not send it, but to night I am resolved to write one that I shall send however poor it may be trusting that thy generosity will overlook all its faults. I have now been here about eight weeks and may be said to have fairly commenced my college life, which I like very well, my studies are as yet quite easy and I have considerable time to read which I do not know I improve
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