31 March 1852
You speak of not coming home, and I cant help writing one word, tho' I have but a moment of time.
I am so surprised and astonished, at the bare supposition that you are not coming, that I hardly know what to say. I am sure you are not in earnest, you cannot mean what you say. If I supposed you did, I should rather speak, than write, and rather cry, than either. We have tho't of nothing else and talked of nothing else, all winter and spring, and now the time is so near, I dont believe you will disappoint us. The winter was long and lonely, and without Susie and you, spring is so, but whenever the time seemed long, I looked away to April, and was so sure oh happiness then. I dont wonder you cant think how we look - I know just exactly how you look.
Do you wear a Kossuth Hat? I somehow tho't you did. Austin, you know mother is not in the habit of writing - she talks a great deal about you, and so does Vinnie. Are you willing to get the bottle filled again with my medicine?
We all send you our love, and shall not hear a word to your not coming in April.