My Dearest Friend
Tho I have not heard from you since I wrote you last, and have nothing new to say, unless it be a resital of my own perplexities, out of which I must get by myself, Yet a few lines will assure you that I am getting forward as fast as possible with my affairs, and prepairing to sit out on my journey. The weather has been as uncommonly cold and Stormy for the week just past as it was Hot for two days the week before. We have a snow storm, of some inches depth, which has lain for three days. It has retarded our Buisness on the farm and chilld our exertions. The sudden changes have confind Your mother and brought on one of her old Lung complaints. The good old Lady is sure she shall dye now her physician and Nurse is about to leave her, but she judges with me, that all ought to be forsaken for the Husband. It is an additional care and anxiety for me. I shall provide for her comfort every thing necessary before I leave her. Mary Smith is yet living. Of how uncertain a duration are all our worldly possessions and Earthly comforts? If we could not look for brighter Scenes and fairer prospects, who could wish to remain the victims of pain and sorrow? Mr. Otis has lost his son George with a dropsy in his Head.
I have just been reading Chief Justice Elsworths Charge to the Grand jury at New York! Did the good gentleman never write before? Can it be genuine?
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