Philadelphia May 3d. 1798
my dear Friends
Your last Letter both allarmd my fears, and in some measure prepared my mind for the Event which has since taken place, and which I read this day in the Centinal.
dear little Cherub. she is early calld to a state of Bliss. endeared to me, by having past more of her time with me, than either of the other Children, I the more sensibly feel your loss, and shed with you the sympathizing tear.
With the wounds unclosed which you had just received, by the recent death of a Beloved Pastor, and of a venerable Father, you are now calld to endure a still more near, and painfull trial. Heaven support you my dear Friends, and enable you to submit to its Sovereign will with that Christian fortitude and confidence, which can alone disarm death of its Sting.
“The dear delights we here enjoy
And fondly call our own
Are but short favours, borrowd now
To be returnd anon.
Peace all our angry passions [still]
And hush’t be each rebellious Sigh
Be silent at his sovereign will
And every murmur die”
you have five Children left, and may their lives be spaird to you, and each of them prove a comfort and a blessing.
I am with the utmost / sincerity a sincere Sympathizer in / your affliction.
MHi: Smith-Carter Family Papers.