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My Ettie--Sometimes when I stop & think I am much at a loss what to do with myself. If there were not two or three things--or persons--which make life so beautiful to me, & the enjoyment of life while I live, so much an object to me, probably I should be plunging into business wherever I could find it, going south, or going any where where my profession, and my advancement in it, might call me. But as it is, I hesitate; I think not only of my profession, not only of myself alone. The happiness, the comfort, the health, the best interests, of others are still dearer to me. A home--A home, for myself and those so dear to me, rises before my mind, as the great object of desire. I had hardly thought of a permanent home for myself until within a year or two or three--Now it seems the one great objet of my thoughts. But where shall it be? That is the great question. And it is a hard question for me to settle. The decision of it belongs as much to you Ettie as to me. It is for you and I and our children. If I had business of any kind there I should like to live in Bangor, surrounded by so large a proportion of those who are dear to me. But we are not able to live without business, neither could I be permanently happy to do so.