ABSTRACT
Larkbeare. Thursday. June 19. 1828. I confess, I am rather ashamed my dear Fred, after the length of time that has passed since I received your epistle of sitting down to write to you just as if nothing had happened on my part that called for your censure and invited your most severe reprehension (Johnson Ham.) I would have sent an expiatory letter, had I not thought you would consider my expiation of no avail, when it was accompanied with a tax on your pocket-But know, O Fred, (and pray consider it a high compliment) that this is the third letter I have begun for thee, the two first have come to an untimely end, because I thought that the high efforts of genius contained in them, were "a cut above you"-But this one, be it what it may I am determined shall go.
