My dearest husband
At last it has pleased the Almighty to take to his bosom our dear lamented mother; and if the pure in spirit, if a blameless life can find grace in his sight, surely she is in the bosom of her Redeemer, and in that belief it is selfish for us to mourn her loss. Our poor bereaved father brought me last night the afflicting intelligence. This morning he has set out for his home, which will be indeed a gloomy receptacle for him, bereft of its valuable mistress, his beloved wife. The poor girls too. Their meeting will be sad. I shou’d have go on with him today, but his horses were fatigued, and I lent him ours, and I shall remain here to refresh his for a few days and then go down to see my sisters and endeavor to alleviate their feelings, if affection and cheerful tenderness can do it.
Mr. Evans, who met papa at Geo Town, informed him of Mr. William Savages death. He died a few days ago of apoplexy, in bed with his wife, who was unconscious of his situation till awakening and finding [torn page] [cold?], and putting her hand over his [torn page] face found