I have but just received your very Sisterly Letter, by Mrs Adams, handed me this morning. I immediately sat down & wrote to my Son, urged him to adjust his affairs with his Landlady, pay if possible, & thank her for any extra—kindness he has received—& quit her House as soon as convenient—I certainly know he may obtain respectable Boarding, at good Houses, for a less price—A little unconcern, or cold uninterested manner when we are sick, sinks our Spirits, & chills the vital Blood—How tenderly have I watched over the pillow, & gently, softly dressed the Blisters of my sick Boarders!—you, & I have nothing, no defficency of this kind, to reproach ourselves with, I desire to be thankful for—It grieves me to the Heart, to think how much my Son, must have suffered—There may be many excellent Landladys for the Gay, the robust, & the healthy, but alas! how few affectionate, tender Nurses—Who from genuine principles or Phylanthropy will delight to pour oil, & wine, & bind up the wounds of a Stranger, & the swoln Limbs of their fellow mortals—Yet Heaven be praised, the good Samaritan once lived, & such do still exist, though the number may be but small indeed—And those, with such a heavenly disposition, I hope he will endeavour to seek, & as soon as he can adjust his affairs, place himself under very different Care, from what he has experienced of late—

My youngest Girl has a terrible Felon, I have to poltice it several times in a Day—She neither eats, nor has slept for a fortnight much—& it must be opened again—She is patient as possible, but says, Mamm, I cannot help crying—Lydia, has gotten a bad cold & coughs again, but if nothing more happens, I intend to go to Boston, or Abby shall, as soon as I possible can—I intend going to Haverhill this afternoon & see Mrs Adams if I can—I have time to write no more then that I am, with sincere affection, in the bonds of love—your Sister