Dear Ruff
yard formerly occupied by Charlie Martin. The Doctor's
medical library remains in it and a skeleton used by him hangs on the wall by
the side of my bed. So you see if I should change my decision &
conclude after all to study medicine & go on with you to New
Orleans this winter I have an excellent opportunity here to do so. The
fact is, Ruff
, I really dont know what I am fit for, or whether I am fit for
anything at all. I know this much however, that I must work for my bread and I
dislike very much to begin. One principle reason why I come here is that I may
postpone the choice of a profession until I recieve more light on the subject. I am afraid you will think I am
fickle & probably I may be so, but I do not believe it. I only think it
is that natural distrust of one's self & fear of making a false step
which every young man is apt to feel when about to make choice of a profession.
I would like to know your opinion with regard to what course would suit me best.
You are as well acquainted with my nature as any one else, know my weak points,
and (if I have any) strong ones, and upon your judgment I would place great
reliance. Now, Ruff
, I did say that next time my letter
should be a long one but I really cant write it now,
I will however before long. I have just recieved terrible news from home to day.
I have got more kinsfolks than I had when I left. On the 16th of last month a little sister was born, and I can hardly think of anything else. Please
answer this letter as soon as you get it and let your reply be lengthy. Good
bye.Your friend always