The suspense I have been kept in during summer is inexplicable. Every mail expecting to hear of your of [crossed out] having sailed but in every letter more indefinite than another as to your movements . My friends at the station are but indifferent politicians for they never mention the state of the country farther than the humdrum phrase that they themselves are not inlisted. The papers they send are also void of intelligence. Nothing in them beyond some vulgar drivelling regarding their own district matters. I would take it as a great boon when you do next write me to send me an Auckland paper. Uncle is most impatient for your arrival. When first he heard of your coming a young lady from the Glen wrote me that she thought Rev McColl had begun to count the hours for his nephew's arrival. Probably the papers will have announced to you ere this the death