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[[letter starts on right page]] Good Friday 1868 Dear Fanny, Did you understand anything in my last letter. If you did you are smart, for I don't think there was anything in it at all. I was so sleepy I could hardly see and after I put the letter in the post office my sleepyness turned into an awful sick head ache that put me to bed before dark & without my dinner but next day I was right well. My remembrance of the letter was that I was acting as a sort of drunken Mentor & Pickwick & episcopal minister. I was at Versailles a couple of Sundays ago & saw a priest judging a game of marbles that the little boys were playing & teaching them how to knuckle down. What would daddy Chambers say of that. I had green [[pease?]] at least two weeks ago. They came up from Marseilles & cost no more than [[strikethrough]] in the [[/strikethrough]] in summer or very little. The sun now gets up before six-'clock & little birds sing & fight & make a general noise so that I never oversleep myself but get to school always by 7 o'clock. Today there was no meat to be had because it is good friday & for breakfast they gave me cod fish as salt as brine which I could not eat & Little Bonheur [[?]] told me to come to his house to dinner [[facing page]] I received a draft all right for which I am infinitely obliged. Henry Moore's brother is on here from California. He is a chemist & is come to complete his education. He will probably go to Germany next week. He is as deaf as a post but talks very well. You would think he was a little affected in his speech & he has a childish voice but you would not suspect his deafness. He understands by the motion of the lips & not only English but a little French & [[strikethrough]] Ge [[/strikethrough]] a good deal of German. [[strikethrough]] He is [[/strikethrough]] He lost his hearing when ten years old by [[strikethrough]] an [[/strikethrough]] a scarlet fever. [MISC.MSS.:EAKINS, THOMAS]