Thursday, 3 December, 1829

I am disgusted at the obstinacy of a confirmed drunkard. I have several times removed convulsions from Augustus Randleman and have been again called today to see him in the same unpleasant situation. His property now almost exhausted, himself a bloated skeleton, and want viewing a wife and one child fully in the face. Let me entreat you by all, both divine and earthly, never to be guilty of most despicable and wretched vice. I had much rather see you consigned to the tomb.