[dateline] Philadelphia July 10. 1777. Thursday
My Mind is again Anxious, and my Heart in Pain for my dearest Friend. . . .1
Three Times have I felt the most distressing Sympathy with my Partner, without being
able to afford her any Kind of Solace, or Assistance.
When the Family was sick of the Dissentery, and so many of our Friends died of it.
When you all had the small Pox.
And now I think I feel as anxious as ever.—Oh that I could be near, to say a few kind
Words, or shew a few Kind Looks, or do a few kind Actions. Oh that I could take from
my dearest, a share of her Distress, or relieve her of the whole.
Before this shall rea[c]
h you I hope you will be happy in the Embraces of a Daughter, as fair, and good, and
wise, and virtuous as the Mother, or if it is a son I hope it will still resemble
the Mother in Person, Mind and Heart.2