LETTER TWENTY-NINE.
Sydney,
My Dear Sister,
We are quite unhappy in not hearing from you more frequently. It is now more than nine months since the date of your last letter (June 6th, 1841). Intelligence has reached the colony of the safe arrival of four vessels, by which I sent home letters, subsequent to those you name as having received; and yet I get no answers. I hope, however, the cause of my anxiety is nothing worse than the tardiness of the conveyance by which we are doomed to receive your favours. In your last you stated that father and other members of the family had been suffering from illness. I trust all are now perfectly restored to health. We in Sydney are quite well, except little Clarinda, who has a slight cold. I have nothing of particular interest to communicate. Sydney is still in a bad state. In the papers I send you with this you will see some particulars of an action in the Supreme Court for libel, in which Aaron, surgeon, late of Deritend, was plaintiff. In the Australasian Chronicle for March 17th there is an article headed 'Obscure Poets' and signed 'Faulconbridge,' which is from the pen of your humble servant. Mr. J. D. Badham, who, you will recollect, was a passenger to Sydney in the Strathfieldsaye, will be the bearer of this. He sails in a few days for Liverpool in the ship Renown, part of which vessel he himself owns. Give our love to father and mother and all our friends, and for the present farewell.
Yours affectionately,