
          Squan Village July 10th 1848. -


 My Dear Friend.


 I owe many apologies for
 the unceremonious breaking off of our correspondence
 on my part for which I have had many uncomfortable
 relections in the midst of my daily
 avocations for months -My reasons for leaving
 Manchester I have never troubled you with
 and it is perhaps as well that I should not.


 And since I came away I could not for some
 time say anything, because my prospects of success
 were shrouded in uncertainty. The movement
 too was almost a desparate one for me - Without
 Money without medicine destitute of a comfortable
 wardrobe (to say nothing of a decent one) Without
 a conveyance, an entire stranger here. My interests
 too, coming into conflict with the Physician
 who had been established here for years, surrounded
 by influential connections & friends with every
 convenience desirable to hold the sway of Business
 in his own hands - Add to the ^ [inserted; the] discouragements
 and ill-omened predictions of my friends at
 Manchester you will readily discover that my mind
 and hands were ^ [inserted: necessarily] occupied with no ordinary task.


 For the first ten days I did nothing but pore
 over the dust-covered volumes of Medicine without
 a single call - The people eyeing me closely but
 saying nothing - Several of the neighbors called on
 me but learning that I was a Presbyterian as quickly
 forsook me. - The alarm had been sounded - and I
 was one of the proscribed - but I knew it not then.
        