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Naples,May 10, 1869.
also (St.Moritz,Sept.20th)

taken sick, and after a fortnight's illness died. It was a hard blow to us to lose such a nice, apparently healthy, and bright a little boy. But he is the gainer by the change of residence:

"He is not dead, the child of our affection,
But gone unto that school,
Where he no longer needs our poor protection,
But Christ Himself doth rule."

I wrote to you a good while ago, when I heard that your oldest daughter was to be married, but I have never heard a word from you in reply. How is she, and how are all the other children,-the little light-haired damsel (Anne) who opened the door for me when I appeared so unexpectedly amongst you four years ago? And how is Aunt Mary? Give my love to her and to them, and when you happen to have a spare moment (which I suppose is rarely the case,) write a line or two, and ask Aunt Mary to do so too.

We went from Kissingen to St.Moritz high up amongst the mountains in the Eastern part of Switzerland, where I hoped to gain strength and health from the mountain air and the chalybeate waters-and I succeeded, to some extent, at all events, for I think I am considerably better and stronger than when I left Italy in the Spring. The rest of us are well, and Mary sends a great deal of love to you and Aunt Mary. 

[[editing marks]] I wish I was near a good school for boys, for my boy is now thirteen years old and is tolerably advanced in ignorance. I shall have to pack him off from us soon to some good school somewhere, for I am quite anxious that he should begin to study systematically and thoroughly; he will have to go to England or to Germany, I presume. [[/editing marks]]

Well, Goodbye, my dear Sister-
Always very affectionately yours,
F.W. Sargent.