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("Now, Bev, that's what I call co his head; "'anguish' is anguish however you

spell it! And, as for the others, letwith bristles hanging about his place, he isn't

likely to be over particular as to his p's and q's, no, dauish' with a 'w'!") I quite agree with your remarks, viz that a father's duties to

his son are sacred and holy-("This is where I counter, Bev, very neatly,--listen! He quite

agrees that,--") --a father's duties to his son are sacred and holy, and not to be

lightly esteemed, blinked, or set aside-("Aha! had hiuard, eh?") I also appreciate, and heartily endorse your statement that it is

to his father that a son should naturally turn for help-("Had hiad!") naturally turn for help, but, when the son is constantly turning,

then, surely, the father h unpleasant, is yet strikingly apt

("Huets one back, I suppose, Bev? Oh,

I'll admit the old boy is as neat and quick with his pen as he used

to be with his hands He ends like this:") I rejoice to hear that you are well in health, and pray that,

despite the forthcoerous as I hear it is, you

may so continue Upon this head I am naturally somewhat anxious,

since I possess only one son And I further pray that, wilfully