much, but he died, and now I have one sister. Papa and mamma say, that if I am a good boy, perhaps I may come to America, when I am 10 years old. I hope I shall see you and grandmamma, and all my friends, when I come. I am learning Arithmetic, Geography, Latin, writing and spelling. I suppose I do not learn so fast as boys in America do, but I hope I shall, when I come there. Joanna is not old enough to write you now.

Mamma says she looks like aunt Morton. Please to give my love to grandmamma, and to all my uncles, aunts and cousins.

I am

your affectionate grandson, CHARLES L. WINSLOW.

MY DEAR GRANDPAPA,

Jan. 1830.

I have written to grandmamma but she has not answered me, and I write to you; I think that I cannot find anything interesting, but I will tell you that a week ago, we went to Tillipally, and went to the sea north of T. and got a large basket full of shells, and went

into the water the first day, but did not have so fine a time as we had the next day, for then I swam a little. I think that I will come to America. Joanna is sitting by mamma's side, and sewing, and ma is praising her, and we are expecting every moment aunt Spaulding and E. and then we shall leave our work and run. We are expecting things from America, and shall be very glad of the book which grandmamma has sent. The lessons that I get are, a Scripture lesson before breakfast; and after breakfast, the first lesson is Latin, the second is Tamul, the third is Airthmetic, the fourth is Writing, the fifth is Geography, and the sixth is spelling; and after dinner, the first lesson is History, and then my Journal.

Your affectionate grandson,

CHARLES L. WINSLOW.

Nov. 1829.

Our dear. Charles has had two seasons of unusual seriousness within the last month. They have not left him as thoughtless as he was before, nor have they been abiding as we

could wish. It is, however, a matter of thankfulness that he is not without some strivings of the Spirit.

Feb. 1830.

Charles has been more than usually affected of late, at the thought that the children of the heathen are converted, while he is not. He has been more serious at times.

April, 1830.

Charles has had an attack of fever, and been quite ill for a day or two, but powerful medicines seem to have removed the danger which we apprehended, and he is now sitting up. He is seldom ill, but then very severely, so that we always feel anxious at once. This morning, as he was better, I told him I hoped he was thankful, and that he might get along, but perhaps God might see fit to send more sickness upon him, to make him think more of death, and be prepared for it. He burst into tears, and said, "Mamma, I am not afraid to die. I know very well, that God has not given me up."

Charles has been unusually affected by the

meeting this afternoon, but he says, "These feelings go off so soon, that is the difficulty, mamma."

Oct. 1830.

Charles told Mr. W., that he had a hope that he was a Christian. He is altered very much of late, in willingness to attend meetings in his manner of praying, and tenderness of conscience. He often weeps when Christians weep, and talks as they talk - but I fear he knows nothing of the evils of his heart.

Nov. 20, 1830.

G. (a native,) had spent the day at B. and told what he had seen among his old companions and friends in the seminary; - how some who had been possessed with evil spirits, were now sitting clothed in their right mind. Some, he said, who had been exceedingly opposed to the truth, had held meetings to ridicule the Bible and those who loved it, and had committed sins too bad to be mentioned, are now with many tears crying to God for mercy. No

one

who has not been with them as he has, and known them thoroughly as I have, can conceive the alteration. He had also been near, so as to know what was going on in the meeting of the children, heard their groans and sobs and prayers, and seemed much affected, and turning to Charles addressed him with much feeling, and I hope with effect. Poor Charles thought it new times to be exhorted by a native, and was quite overcome.

Oodooville, Dec. 25, 1830.

MY DEAR GRANDPAPA WINSLOW,

When grandmamma Lathrop asked me how I felt, I told her that first I hoped that I had given myself to Christ, but that I had a little doubt then; but now I feel that I have truly given myself to Christ.

On the 21st of Dec. mamma invited the children of the missionaries who wished to spend a day in seeking earnestly the salvation of their souls, to come to Oodooville, and four came; the others were sick. One had a fever, and the others a bad cold; but we had a very good, and a very pleasant time. There