I am quite satisfied with Lucerne.

I was very much interested in what your father said about "Mormonism." If our prayers are of any avail, we'll "get him" yet.
Before I close this long letter, and I must do so now--I want to tell you of an incident that occurred yesterday.

I was taking a stroll up above the town, by myself, for I will admit I was in a "mood." There are a lot of monks in Lucerne.

You can see them on the street, fat, rolly-poly looking men, bare, oddly-cropped heads, and outwardly clad in what looks like a dressing gown.

Well, I was curious to see the convent where the monks live a life of ease, I suppose to get used to the eternal "rest" which they expect when they get to heaven, of which I have my "doubts." However, I did not find the convent, nor did I see any monks, but as I was walking along an unfrequently traveled road, I met a little boy and girl, walking towards me, hand in hand.