I am pleased with the letter from our limping friend, which follows. I have a sort of sympathy and fellow-feeling for every one who has been upon crutches and carries a cane—if it be for use, and not for display. Our little correspondent has hard fortune, but let him keep a good heart. Mind Bob Merry, and go ahead.
Machias, Sept. 7, 1843.
Good morning, Mr. Merry!
Dear Sir,—I am a blue-eyed friend and subscriber. I have taken your Museum ever since it was published. I like it very much indeed. The story of the Siberian Sable-Hunter, and Merry’s Adventures, please me best. Would you be so good as to put in some more stories about “Bill Keeler?” Bill was an honest chap. I am lame, but was not shot through the knee, like you. I used to walk on crutches for four years, but now I only use a cane.
I was twelve years old the twenty-second day of February, Washington’s birth-day. I like Washington very much; he did so much good for his country.
Will you not publish some original stories about China and the emperor Napoleon? By so doing, you will gratify your little friend. Please write an answer to my letter. Samuel H——
We have received a very pretty letter from Sophia M. T. She scolds us a little, and she has reason. But she shall hear from “the old man in the corner,” and perhaps he will be able to make amends for his delay.
MERRY’S MUSEUM.
