To Elizabeth Hamilton1
Albany Feby 5. 1800.
Tomorrow, My Dear Eliza, your Fathers slay leaves this place for New York. I drop you a line to tell you that I am well and that today the hear⟨ing⟩ of LeGuen’s cause2 began. I fear prepossessions are strongly against ⟨us⟩. But we must try to overco⟨me⟩ them. At any rate we shall soon get to the end of our journey; and if I should lose my cause I must console myself with finding my friends. With the utmost eagerness will I fly to them.
Don’t be alarmed that Kitty3 is sent for. Your father is much better and I am persuaded in no manner of danger.4 But he shews an evident anxiety to have your Sister Kitty with him. She is the pet. And a very pretty pet she is. Adieu My Eliza.
ALS, Hamilton Papers, Library of Congress.
3. Catherine Van Rensselaer Schuyler.