Your Letter of the 17 Inst. made me very happy by informing me of your Health and our Son’s Recovery, which I hope is by this time perfect. Tho your Tenderness in concealing his Indisposition merits my Thanks, yet be assured that I shall never hesitate more in sharing your Anxieties, than in partaking of your Pleasures.

I am glad to hear Mrs. Lawrence2 was in such good spirits as to entertain You with the Story of the Conch shell Beauty, which together with its Embellishments, I dare say afforded much Mirth & amusements to the Company. This little Incident happened in November last, and at the Time was the Subject of Wit and Raillery in the little Circle of our Acquaintance; but soon growing thread-bare it ceased, like other Matters of the same Kind, to be the Object of Attention, and I don’t remember it once presented itself to my Recollection during the Time I spent at Elizabeth Town. However as the Story has excited your Curiosity, and may contribute to your Entertainment, I will acquaint you with such of the Particulars of it as I can now recollect.

On a Saturday in November last, Coll. [Lewis] Morris and myself, invited by Sunshine and good Road took a Walk to Gray’s Ferry with Intention [to] dine and spend the Day there. On our Arrival we ordered Fire to be made in a private Room, and while it was preparing, sat down in the common Room with many Travellers and Country People who were returning from Market, with whom we entered into familiar Conversation about Whigs and Tories and Beef and Butter and Congress. We had not been long engaged in this Way, before a most beautiful country Girl about seventeen, in a coarse but clean Dress, alighted from a Waggon and came in to warm herself. She was tall, extremely well made, and of the most delicate and well proportioned Features; an uncommon Sweetness was diffused thro’ her Countenance, and that Kind of truly virgin Modesty which Innocence and Simplicity of Manners inspire, marked her whole Deportment—her Complection beggared all Description, Nature had exerted her utmost Skill in forming it. her Teeth were as good and her Eyes of the same Colour and almost as fine, as those of my fair Correspondent. An object so charming immediately diverted our Attention from the Herd around us. The Coll. asked her very politely which Way she was travelling; she blushed and answered, that she had been to Town and was returning Home—A conversation ensued [illegible]3 each Sentence borrowing Eloquence and Grace from Lips on which even a Right Reverend Audience would readily consent to hang; every Reply was accompanied by Blushes, which alternately rising and retiring, and each varying in Degree, formed a sweet succession of such pleasing Shades, that one would be inclined to suspect that Beauty had chosen the Countenance of this lovely Girl, as a proper Field for shewing the vast Variety of Modes, in which she could display her numerous Charms. after a few Compliments the Coll. Told her he had a Son a little older than herself whom he would be happy to marry to a pretty Country Girl that would not be above minding the Business of the Farm, & would not (like some more fashionable Ladies) attend to nothing but dancing & Dress—that he was much pleased with her, and would, if she had no Objections send him to pay her a Visit.4 She blushed, she smiled, her Eyes sparkled, and her whole Countenance became agreably confused—She replied that she could not believe him to be in earnest—she was sure such a Gentleman’s Son could not marry a poor Country Girl without a Fortune. I observed that Industry, Beauty, and Innocence composed a Fortune more valuable than Money, and that in these she was far from being poor. She was embarrassed, and Humanity forbid us to encrease it. The waiter soon after called us to Dinner, to which we retired after having in vain invited her to partake of it. We indeed inquired her Name and Place of abode, of both which she informed us. We then parted after wishing her all the Happiness, which the possession of so many Charms seemed justly to Claim—

The pretty girl furnished Conversation for us the whole afternoon—Coll. Morris thought she bore a great Resemblance to the Lady who will open this Letter, and I assure you his opinion was not ill founded, which probably was the Reason of my being the more pleased with her.

Before we left the Ferry, we considered of the Propriety of saying any thing about her, & finally agreed to do Justice to merit, but to conceal her Name and Place of Abode, lest by being exposed to the Flattery and Snares of those who admire and caress only to destroy, Her Innocence Beauty and Simplicity might be instrumental to her Ruin.

But you may ask, how came she to be called the Conch Shell Beauty—it happened thus—In speaking of her Complexion, which really exceeded any I have ever seen, I compared it to the Inside of a Conch shell which is of the most exquisite Flesh Color in the World.

You will readily imagine that on our Return to Town we were not parsimonious of Praise. We were asked her Name & where she lived, both of which Questions we declined answering—The Curiosity of our Friends was increased by this Refusal, and they rallied us not a little on the Motives they assigned for our Secrecy. All which we chearfully submitted to, rather than suffer her to be visited by a Swarm of Beaux, who like so many Bees, often find a Way to the Bosoms of the fairest new blown Flowers, and after robbing them of their Sweets, ungratefully neglect and forsake them.

This is the History of the Conch Shell Beauty, which I have endeavoured to render as minute as possible, and I am persuaded you will think it very particular, considering the little Time we were with her—A further acquaintance or even a second Interview would probably have discovered to us many other Graces which must have escaped our Notice—

I have more to say, but it is so late and I am to Sleep, that I must bid you a Good Night. Adieu my dearest Sally I am your afft. Husband