Our city has sustained a very great loss in the death of Dr. Bailey. As health officer, he was obliged to reside upon Staten Island, to which the sick from the vessels that came in were carried, and the hospitals have been crowded all summer with the Irish emigrants; he has taken the fever from them, and was only ill four or five days.1 He has not left his equal as a physician most certainly in the city of New-York. All those whom he attended as a physician, will sincerely mourn his fate.

Our State Government is acting a second part to the Jeffersonian 113 administration. The council of appointment have determined that no person shall be appointed to, or retain an office, whose political sentiments are not of their own side of the question, and are turning out rapidly.2 *  *  *  *

and his party are sunk into the insignificance they merit. I confess it would have mortified me more, to have seen them triumphant, than even the present state of affairs. * And * may keep up an intercourse, and may perhaps form a coalition against the next election.

For my part, I think those persons much the happiest who take no part in public life, and are not dependant upon the favour of any of them; for I believe their duplicity is equal to any of their other amiable qualities. The uncertain honours are a miserable compensation for the sacrifice of time and talents, which if properly applied, would render the individual happily independent.

Present my duty to my father. I am rejoiced to hear he enjoys his health.

I am affectionately, / Your daughter,

As it is a rainy morning which of Cource prevents my going to Church—I feel a greater propensity to scold you first—then read my Bible— did you not Say you wou’d return in August— how then coud you let so favorable an Oppertunity pass, as Thomas Adams and not fulfill your engagement— when I heard his Name announcd I ran with eagar expectation to meet you—but to my great disappointment 114 he told me you was at Quincy— nothing Short of Indisposition can paliate this disappointment—altho he told me you was very Well I must Suppose he left you in too debilitated a state of health to undertake the Journey—or you surely woud have come with him—for charity wrote me you was Ill with the Ague & fever— now untill I have your own reasons why we were thus disappointed I shall Suppose you are still Sick or too weak to return— I will therefore thank you to relive my mind as soon as you can— I shoud have wrote you long before—but for the above pleasing expectation—

I will now attend to your letter to Nancey respecting your dear little Girls—1 you say you have some thought of leaving abby & bringing Susan—and request my opinion—for me to select either wou’d be a painfull task— I love them both—therefore cannot do it—but wou’d rather as you have now a full oppertunity of Judging what is most Conducive to the Childrens comfort and advantage—act as you think—for their best good— I know you will be happier to have them both with you—so if you think we can do equal justice to them, it will be a mutual pleasure to have them brought up togather— my dear Susans energetic speach often occurs to my Mind pray dont part us again Granmamma—let us be togather—bring them both with you. and we will do the best we can for them I am sure their little hearts will spring for Joy, & we have good schooles here— you can put it upon the footing of wishing to have them with you this Winter & when you Visit them again they shall come again— this they cannot object to—and I shall be gratified in their & your happiness— I wish you woud write me particularly about Charity—how she conducts, and how esteem’d in Society I am anxious for her— tell her—as I wrote her last Week Mr Bailey Was Ill—he is now dead—Was brought to New York & buried on Monday last— he was sick only six day— this is an Irraparable loss to the Community at large both as an eminent phician & health officer—and to my family Individually— his death was in consequence of severe exertions amongst the sick on statten Island, the very warm days we had the Week before when your brother William Saw him in full health— how frail a flower is man—2

give my regards to Mr & Mrs Adams— Mrs Smith & Caroline are here & well—and so through mercey are we all— kiss the dear Babes for me, and dont omit making their little hearts, Glad my dear Sally says your affectionate Mother.