CHAPTER III.
MORBID NORTHERN CONSCIENCE.
"Heaven pities ignorance: She's still the first that has her pardon sign'd; All sins else see their faults; she's, only, blind." MIDDLETON: _No Help like a Woman's._ [Accompanying note, from A.BETTERDAY CUMMING to A.FREEMAN NORTH.
MY DEAR MR.

NORTH,-- With many thanks for your kindness and frankness, and with my warmest congratulations to Mrs.North for the pleasant effect which the Southern lady's letter has had upon her, I send you another document, hoping that she will read it to you.

It will not be worth while for me to say anything about this production.

It purports to be from a young man in one of our New England literary institutions, whose aunt, with her husband, was residing at the South for the health of a niece, a sister to this young man;--they being orphans.

The letter is so entirely in the same key with your feelings that you cannot fail to be interested.
Knowing that you love rare specimens in everything, I send you this as "the only one of its kind," or as we say, "_sui generis_."-- A.B.C.] -- -- College, -- -- -- -- --.
MY DEAR AUNT,-- I have not heard from you but once since your arrival at the South.