"After I left you, and before I came here, I had, all the time, a great looseness of the bowels. It seemed to weaken me. Afterwards I thought it was caused, partly, by some very tart, dried apples, of which I ate freely at every meal. Aunt ----thought it was working at hoeing up turf around trees, for she said that working hard with her arms affected her in that way. My stomach did not seem quite right. Perhaps I strained it in coming home. The very next day after I came here, I commenced eating the ripe strawberries at meals, and have eaten them freely ever since. I sometimes eat nearly a pint at a meal. From the first they have seemed just the thing for me. They regulated my stomach and bowels, and they have strengthened them ever since. "I eat alone, and enjoy it capitally. I would not go back to the Institution (the Hygiene establishment) for a great deal, because there are so many things there to harass one's mind, or tempt him, at every corner of the street and almost every shop. Since I came here I have not tasted of any thing between meals, and have had no inclination to do so. I think there will be no trouble on that account. "I am busy out of doors a good deal of the time. I have hoed corn, piled cord-wood, driven team, picked strawberries, etc. At night I milk one cow. I go barefooted three or four hours in the middle of the day, use no flannels, dress very thin,--as little as I can get along with. "Do you wish me to learn to swim, if possible? There is a pond--a natural one--about a mile from this place. Will you not answer me soon, and give me your opinion on this and other subjects? "In love, yours, etc. "SAMUEL." About a month later, viz., July 18, he wrote thus: "MY DEAR DOCTOR:--Five months and a half without a symptom! I have not the slightest feeling to remind me of my old attacks. Should I not be thankful? "A short time since, I had a very sore stomach. It got out of order, I think, in consequence of eating too much. I broke off, went a day without nothing to eat; eat less now, and feel well. When Mrs. ---- was here, she told me she thought I might eat all I craved. I did so, and suffered the consequences, though I cured myself. "There is a place here in the woods where raspberries are so thick that people get six quarts at a time. Apples are nearly ripe. Pears will soon succeed them. "Yours truly, "SAMUEL." Two weeks later than the above,--a little more than six months after the discontinuance of the epileptic attacks,--I received a letter from Samuel's guardian, in which he wrote as follows: