I wrote to you not long since, and inclosed a Bill of a hundred dollors which I hope you received.1 I inclose in this a Bill of ten Dollors—out of which You will please to pay two pounds 12 shillings to Zube Harman which will be due to her in Jan’ry for a quarters wages— I could wish my dear sir that every Bill due might be discharged as You have the Means; We shall then know What our income is, and I am very Sensible a great overturn and retrenchment must be made in our expences, so great that I know, on one hand we shall be stigintized as called narrow &c on the other it will be sometime before we can ourselves credit how near We Must calculate, to preserve that independance which I always hope to Mantain by living within our income. it will be urksome at first, but we can bring our minds to it— I wish however My best friend had an income Sufficient to improve his Farms, which now must be his favorite amusement, and Recreation. private troubles and public cares reconcile us to the thought of retirement; I hope the remainder of our days may not be disturbed by public commotions. what is before us God only knows— My sincere Wish and desire is, that the Country may enjoy an equal degree of prosperity and happiness under the new administration, as it has possesst under the two former; but if it should prove that the people have ungratefully, and Wantonly abused the blessing which they possesst, and have cast them from them; they only have been the instruments of their own overthrow— You will have learnt before this of the Death of My poor unhappy Charles—cut off in the Midst of his years, and in the prime of life a victim to ——— poor unhappy child. My Heart bleads at the retrospection; his Sickness was not long tho painfull and distressing a dropsy of the breast in about three Weeks terminated his days— You sir I know Sympathize with Your Friends under this afflicting providence, in the keenest Manner painfull to Parents, and relatives painfull living, and distressing in every view. I hope we may So humble ourselves, that the Sovereign of the universe who has seen fit to wound us, may also mercifully heal us—

I propose to leave this city in Jan’ry and get on by slow degrees, to take such weather as shall be propitious. Such arrangments as may be necessary at Quincy previous to My getting home I will request 484 you to speak to Mrs Porter to make, by having the House opened and aired. I shall write to You again when I Sit out—

Gov’r davie arrived with the treaty last week. it was Yesterday laid before the Senate I presume You will hear enough about it before long—2

I was very particuliar with mr Porter about the cider. I hope he has not omitted drawing it off before now—

Present Me affectionatly to mrs Tufts Norten and family— I am My Dear sir / Your affectionate

Not one word have I heard from my Dear Sister, since I left Boston, nor have I had any intelligence from Washington excepting what we have gathered by the News Papers, & those we have read with a peculiar degree of anxiety. My mind as well as the publicks, has been long held in painful suspense, nor do we yet know but that he, who has been the stability of Our Times, may again preside, & guide the mommentous affairs of the Nation, that Truth, Peace, & Righteousness may still prevail. Heaven grant that we may not become a Prey to foreign Enemies, nor given up to intestine Broils, & that ever dreaded scourge a civil War.—

Most sincerely do I sympathize with the President, & you my Sister, on the Death of your Son—my once dear Charles. In the 485 multitude of your thoughts upon this bereavement, may the consolations derived from the Christian religion have an happy effect upon your Minds, & infuse a balm peculiarly suited to the mournful occasion, healing to the wounds of a Parents Heart.

I felt exceedingly hurt to return to Atkinson without seeing my Sister Cranch. If I had not been so lame, that I should have been an additional trouble rather than of service, I certainly should not have let the fear of catching the fever, prevented my visiting her, & affording all the assistance in my power, soothing her friendly, affectionate heart, by every Sisterly attention. But it was a great releif to me, to hear that they were all recovered, & recovering—

Cousin William rode Mr Peabody’s horse to Boston on Saturday, we set our faces northward on monday & got home Tuesday Evening—& had the pleasure of finding all well. Leaving my family in the vacation, instead of setting it in Order, made I found a wide difference in its Œconomy, & the winter pressing hard at that time, required immediate attention, to lay up providently, like the Ant, for the ensuing season; thinking every day, tomorrow I should have more leisure to set down & write to my Sister— But that time seldom comes in such a family as mine, so I will seize the moments as they fly, & tell you, we have had a very sick house, but none very ill, but Mr Peabody, & Mr Brown Mr Peabody has had a large share of health, through life, which made me more alarmed at his Complaints The Dr. was afraid of a nervous fever, but at last it terminated in a sore, which broke, & ran out at his ear, through cloths several times doubled in a day. He was never before detained from meeting his People upon the Sabbath. He is much better now, though he yet looks very pale. Mr Brown was seized suddenly with a voilent shaking, which was succeeded by a distressing fever, that came on so rapid as to prevent his being carried home, though it was no further off than Chester. The third day he lost his reason, could sleep none & was really an Object truly humiliating to human Pride. So late a sweet blooming youth, now loathsome to his nearest connections. What a lesson for the young—the Gay! Through the goodness of heaven, his fever came to a crisis the seventh day, (or to an human eye, he must have burned up) & gave some pleasing hope, that an only Son, might be restored to the wishes of doating Parents & Sisters—1 One, or the other, have been with him through his sickness, which has releived my mind, and gave rest to my ancle. I am sorry to tell you that notwithstanding I applied to Dr. Warren & 486 Welsh when in Boston, yet I find no Cure & very little releif from any application—2 Every One says give it rest—give it rest, & I do as much as I can— I use cold water every morning, & a bandage of cold vinegar all day to prevent a callous. I suppose some sinew has wept by the injury, & I fear will form a bunch at the side of my ancle bone, such as you have seen upon wrists. But I am thankful it is not my arm, like Mrs Storer’s—for she cannot use hers even to dress & undress herself, for I have not like her, three good Daugters to whom I can look for every tender filial attention.

I long to hear how you do, & my good Nephew William Cranch, & family. How delighted he must he be to have you so near him. Be so kind as to give my love to them all. How do you like your new abode? Have you things convenient? And can you purchase necessaries, without an exorbitant price? I have but a faint Idea of the place. But above all, does the President, You, my Son, & Louisa enjoy health. For without it, every circumstance of felicity, is but pain, & vanity is indelibly marked upon every Object—

My Abbys Journey to Boston was of service, & she has enjoyed better health ever since. Cousin William & John are more fleshy this winter than I have known them. They are charming well, & I consider it as a great mercy, when especially their Parents are at such a distance from them. We have a flock of fine Children, & John asked Lydia the other day, if she did not think I was proud of them— he was sure he should be, to have so fine a flock of Children round him, to take the care of— John always takes heed care, & is Lydia friend, he likes to hold the plate, & take Lydia’s Cakes—

I have written to you twice, to Mrs Smith, & my dear Son when in Boston, I hope you have reiceived them.3 I miss Sister Cranch’s narrative Pen—

Mrs Greenleaf hates to write, & it seems as if all communications were ceased—

Please to tell my Son, & mr Bartlet that all our Haverhill friends were well excepting Capt. Bartlet, who has a billious fever, & it is feared he will not recover.4 Mr Peabody presents his regards, Miss Palmer, & Abby respects, & with more love than I can express, I am your ever affectionate / Sister