I received your long wished for and welcome letter on Christmas day which gave me great consolation to find you all in good health. But alas what a wonderful contrast there was between the joys that filled my soul on that great festival and the heart-rending sentiments that part of the account which you sent me was calculated to create; I allude to James principally. What a sorrowful thing it is to see even one of the family become so degenerate and obdurate. But let us not lose courage but pray more earnestly and frequently for his and his family's conversion. Nothing is impossible to God and it may please his divine majesty at length to hear our prayers and effect his conversion. If you could hear from him before you write to me again please let me know as I never heard from him directly yet. And let me know to whom he is married and how he is circumstanced, that is what means of living and what sort of a family he has. I'll shortly write to him again.

Please tell Hugh how much I regret his being put about so much; and don't let him be discouraged; be as kind and as attentive to him you all as you possibly can till God will give him a means of doing for himself
; tell him I don't expect money from him. I only wish to hear he is well and doing well. Look not on your expatriation as a sort of relegation from a splendid country. It's not at all the case, for Ireland is now in a wretched condition from the continual rain that is falling almost every day. Some lands are in a state unfit to be tilled. The potato crop with us was very bad and we could not succeed in procuring any turf at all. Thousands of poor people throughout Ireland are in great distress, and if the rain continues God alone knows what will become of the Irish. So you see unless America be awfully bad it's far better than Ireland. Take very good care and don't imitate the false maxims nor imbibe the noxious spirit that you may observe, but always look to God and try to please him alone.