1790
Dear Aunt
In your last letter to Collin, you told him to tell me that I had forgot you, because of my negligence in not writing to you but that indeed is a mistake for there is not a day, but that I think of you and all my good friends at Amwell; I am so much taken up with my schooling that I have no time to write to any of my acquaintance.
I go to another master, his name is Murdoch, my Papa thinks him an excellent one he has three hundred pounds a year which is a great price, considering he has but eight scholars; I have got as far as Ovid, and to division in arithmetic.