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Bangor May 1st 1846. Dear Brother I believe I owe you two letters, and I must begin, as usual, with the apology, "I did not intend it should be so long, so" but I will not attempt any excuse for I doubt where I could find a good one: It is a saying, that people in Bangor, never walk, but are always upon the run: whether time or not, it is certain, time steals away somehow:- yet I dare say, I spend time enough in listless inaction to write many a letter, but my school is fatiguing, and half the time, out of school, I feel languid and indisposed to mental exertion, however slight. In higher schools, the converse with scientific studies, & the contact of minds somewhat mature, may tend to stimulate the teacher, and counteract the lassitude and weariness felt by the labours of teaching: but I have to constantly, contend with all kinds and degrees of roguery, and restlessness; with petulance and pertness, in the part of scholars themselves, which I must labour to meet the expectations of their parents, often unreasonable, to have their darlings brought forward in a course of rapid improvement, in spite of dull heads, and, more frequent, inveterate dislike to application. This, however, is but one side of the picture, and much may be said on the other side, I have a 'fine school', am considered 'an fine teacher', and probably there are hardly twenty young ladies in Bangor,