Your sudden silence after the affectionate and unremitted attention you shewed during your dear Grandmothers illness and the total want of information <[. . .]> since on the subject of the family in general has occasioned both your father and myself much uneasiness and we are counting the mails every day to meet fresh disappointment

Your Fathers Messenger has just been and I flew down in the hope of finding Letters but again met a cruel check to all my pleasing anticipations. my mind is in a state of agonizing anxiety. I know not what to fear or what to dread yet my heart seems full of melancholy presages. oh write let somebody write even if they have nothing but evil to communicate for this state is truly insupportable—

I enclose you a few lines I wrote yesterday they are a poor tribute to the memory of her who is now an Angel in Heaven—or rather an Invocation to her departed Spirit.

Depart thou Sainted Spirit wing thy happy flight

To the bright realms of everlasting light

Yet fondly hover oer thy lonely friend

In nightly visions resignation Send

Cheer his great mind attune his soul to peace

Till in this world his hopeless griefs may cease

And when his Spirit quits this mortal clay

Lead him to heavenly bliss and guide him on his way.

Your affectionate Mother