Princess Anne
My Dear Sister
Thinking that you might like to hear from me (although I wrote to you a short time since) and supposing you wou’d wonder what had become of your picture, which Mr. Teackle was to have brought from Pha with him, I write to you and will give you as good an account of the latter as I can. As to myself, I am sorry to say that I have been incessantly visited with the ague for I don’t know how long. I know that I have had “plenty too much” of it. I have become quite weak again, poor helpmate has it too. I am afraid we stand but a poor chance to dry up and blow away with age.
Your picture, Mr. T. says he gave particular directions shou’d be sent down by papa’s vessel when she made the trip before this last. It did not come owing, I suppose, to negligence in the man who was to have framed it. The vessel has made another trip. We have not heard whether it has arrived now or not. I hope it has. If not, I shall not know what to think of it. You may depend on it, Mr. T. will not neglect to forward it to you as soon as it arrives. He will write to the man about it if it has not come this time.
I was in hopes to have heard from you before now informing me of yours and Mr. Eyre's health—and Mrs. Lyon too. I am really desirous to