Now you have three brothers and three sisters in heaven and I hope you and I will meet them there at our death.

It is uncertain when we shall die, but we ought to be prepared for it, and I hope you and I shall.
I read a question in Davie's "Sermons" the last Sunday which was this:-- Suppose a bird should take one dust of this earth and carry it away once in a thousand years, and you was to take your choice either to be miserable in that time and happy hereafter, or happy in that time and miserable hereafter, which would you choose?
Write me an answer to this in your next letter....
I enclose you a little book called the "Christian Pilgrim." It is for both of you.
We are all tolerable well except mama, though she is more comfortable now than she was.

We all send a great deal of love to you.

I must now bid you adieu.
I remain your affectionate brother, S.F.B.

MORSE.
I am tempted to include the following extracts from letters of the good mother of the three boys as characteristic of the times and people:-- CHARLESTOWN, June 28, 1805.
MY DEAR SON,--We have the pleasure of a letter from you which has gratified us very much.