Dear Emmy
It is with great difficulty I can steal a few moments to pen
these lines to you, and as my time as well as subject is limited I
hope you will excuse the brevity of this...The cold north winds
begin to warn us of the approach of his majesty old Jack Frost and
of Christmas, also imagine to yourself only for a moment a darkum
nitum, all starrorum, I mean by this very early in the morning,
that I wake and proceed with slow steps you may be sure to the
pump, for the sleep is not yet extracted from my eyes, to wash and
then to go to hard study. I lay my head on it, you do not go
through this up your way. I cannot complain of this because it is
entirely at my own option. Papa was here lately to see us but did
not stay long. He brought little Eddy with him and when he had got
once into the carriage it was impossible to get him out of it, for
if I attempted to move him he would "holler" so loud as to disturb
the boys in studies. We play football at present, what I mean by
football is that it is a kind of leather bag in which is placed a
bladder filled with air which causes it to bounce up very high and
is kicked about by the boys. I have had my feet skinned and bruised
by it very often. I am lame with one I have received today. Tell me
in return all the news up your way, how you like your situation,
how you go on in your studies, all these will be alike gratifying
and amusing to me. Make a watch guard for me if you please,
although I have not a watch at present, it is no sign that I never
will have one. Excuse this bad writing as I am pressed for time,
have a bad pen, and am surrounded with noise. Write to me soon, as
I am very anxious to hear from you. All friends join with me in
sending their best love to you - and believe me to be
Your affectionate brother
John C. Brent
Miss Emily C. Brent GeorgeTown College October 7th 1830
St. Joseph's Valley
Near Emmitsbourg, Maryland