age, he is married, and has a little boy and girl who attend school.
The little boy is very nice, and if I wasn't afraid you would laugh at
me I would say that I think Rose Oswald the handsomest girl I ever saw,
and I have said it after all, laugh or no laugh. Mr. Oswald is very
highly learned, but when we meet with him, somehow or other, the space
between us and that tall, learned, and somewhat grave looking man, seems
annihilated. I believe it is his kindness which does this. Like all
schools there are both good and bad scholars here; some of them practice
much deceit with the teachers, and will sometimes even conceal their
books when in the class, and recite from them, to save study; I _never_
do this, Charley, for I know it is wrong, and I know you wouldn't do it
either. But the small space left warns me that I must bring my long
letter to a close. Write soon, and tell me how you are getting along,
and all about your school, and every thing else that you think may
interest me. I have made some companions here but you needn't fear my
forgetting you, for I have met with no one who, to me, can quite fill
the place of Charley Gray. With much affection I remain,


Your sincere Friend,

WALTER HARLAND.

P.S. Write soon, and don't forget to write a long letter.

W.H.