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by 8 o�clock.   I think he�s an honest fellow and  am incli-
ned to take some of George�s remarks about him cum grane
salis.  George spake of his sister Sarah Ann�s affair with
Conworth as though she had found herself so much his su-
perior &c &c that she had to break off.  Bah!   I know
better. (Bye the bye George got a letter from Dick some days
ago inclosing one from their sister Rosa, by which I learn 
that Davids has offered to lend my brother Charley
money, to set him up in business, if a favorable opportuni-
ty occur.)      George talks of and knows the utter selfishness
of William, palliates the sluggish and wasted life of Henry
(blaming his father for it) speaks affectionately, in a pas-
sive way, of his sisters, highly of Dick (who admires George
of all men) and eulogistically of John.  John is making
money as a wool-stapler.   I think Dick Bolton is the best
of all the family.           William Conworth, my fellow voya-
ger, is simple hearted, reads Bunyan, and wants nothing
better than hard work all day.      Ted � the youngest � is a
trifle monkeyish in demeanor, and seems to consider the
inquiry �How d�ye do Sir?� the heighth of humor, repeating
in twenty times in the course of a day.  George says he is
an habitual eaves-dropper, carrying everything he hears to his
elder brother, also that he tyrannizes in his boy way over
William and his sister.                    So much for a very
discursive family sketch.       We live on pork, almost ex-
clusively  but its pork of the nicest kind � Sunday din-
ners consisting of sucking pigs roasted.
  12.  Tuesday.  Good bye to the Conworth�s.  A dull
day threatening rain and eventually fulfilling the threat.