Now, my dear boy, you have great talent; study that you may be one of the great men and you will find those you think are "hard" upon you are your best friends and helpers.
For your mother's sake, who loves you better than her life, make pleasure your friend for your hours of leisure, but let Brain, Heart and Hands work during working hours. Seek all the knowledge that you now have the chance of obtaining for the more you know of French, Music, Mathematics and general knowledge, the greater are your chances of success.
I think I hear you say: "Why did this lady write to me? She don't know me." Oh, yes, she does, from your letters, and your mother's description of you.
I love boys. I have had one of my own; I know all about their funny tricks. I used to wish I had been a boy myself.
Once when a little girl, I kicked and yelled for an hour because I was not permitted to climb a chestnut tree, and set traps for rabbits and play shinney with the boys. Now don't you think I know something, having gone through all this.
I think a letter from you to me would be a fine thing. We might have a tilt or two with the pen and brain, if not with the sword and lance.
As your dear mother tells me you have a loving, kind heart. I send you a portion of the love I give her and ask you to call me,
Aunt Anna Euhler.