Dear husband
Thinking you might yet be in Baltimore, I write to let you hear of us. Poor Elizabeth is labouring under another attack of bilious kind, much more serious than the first. Her fever was for 3 days pretty constant and high and for the 3 last days it has assumed a less distressing appearance. Doctor King attends her and I hope soon to see her reliev’d from fever entirely. My health is exactly the same. I think I forgot to mention to you to purchase a box of candles, they will be wanted soon. Also you did not mention in your bill of articles sent, the window glass, please send 6 panes for the house.
There is much sickness in this place everywhere. Poor Duzan was buried yesterday.
My dear uncle Upshur departed this life some weeks since of apoplexy on board the Hampton packet on his way from the Springs in Virginia. This intelligence shocked [torn page] greatly. I must [torn page] again.