from you are sweeter than honey ---------- the honey comb—it is what Moore calles "a smile from the head that is dearly our own." I wrote lately to my dear Harriet but I fear she will not tell me I was welcome to do so—she will however accept my affectionate love, at last she least she ought to for it is sincerely felt—tell dear Elisa, Ann + Matilda, we talk of them every day and love them most cordially—I hope Amm will recover her bloom and cheerfully and be as happy as she is lovely.
To what is the matter with your favoourite Washington, I (rip) be was depicted and in bad health—does he find (rip) + let the green and yellow melancholy play on his cheek? Or is the (rip)- fell + lucking cherry—which is said to make (rip) in your climate undermining his consitution. I should (rip) among his commeneting frineds if any serious calamity (rip) but as short—generally makes bad, work. I hope it hers (rip) to do in their insistence.
Poor Malbone’s death, has also been (rip). I pray it --- not be true, but his long illness, gives (rip) to it that I fear to enquire, lest it be confinmed deyond doubt—what a loss, such talents so early cropt would be to his country, to his family, his private worth was above all estimations—yet and it is the general doom—all must be to submit—
My mother, Sally and Rachel send you their affection and love, in which all my brothers write—to write their ------- would take all my paper we all wish to see you here again, when does your husband’s business give him the opportunity of bringing you here? He talked of a Baltimore jaunt I wish he would hasten it—give my love to him and I pray you my dear Maria, wrtite more freqeuently to one who is always, most ---- fondly yours—