Tuesday 13 July 1852 My own dearest Puss I am again at old Whanganui the place from which you received the first letter I wrote you from the coast and the place where I have often thought of you, and thought what a treasure I should have when I possessed you. May Heaven grant that you may ever continue to be so, and that you will ever take delight in walking in the paths of duty and virtue. I frequently think of you and although I am not so anxious about your health as usual still it is a great hardship to be separated from one's only bosom friend. Take care of yourself pet. Do pay some