Weymouth May 22 1798
The recipt of your affectionate and friendly letter my dear Madam Claims at once my gratitude and love.—How good is that heart that feels for others woes Such is yours,—and may Heaven bless you With health and long life, and may you still Continue to fill every Station of Life that Providence shall Call you to With that dignity humanity and sensibility which has ever been your Characteristick
“Sickness and Death’s the lot of all
that breath this vital air.”
Suckey is gone to that world from whence no traviller returnes her immortal Spirit I trust has took posession of one of those Mansions that our blessed Saivur has prepar’d for those that love him...I had evry Consolation in her Sickness from her and those around me that I could wish her good Uncle she found a Plsior for Soul as well as body. Mrs, Jones was very kind and attentive. So where my good Neibours...
Suckey discover’d a firmness patience and resignation through her Confinement to me. Surpresing she never groand except in Sleape I ask’d her to disscribe her feelings to me, O’ Aunt they are destressing but not worth a thought, please turn over Why should I complain, when if my heart does not deceive me, I feel that I shall be accepted of my Saviour I Long to be gone Oh! for patience
She was like the dying Swan, she sung her one Dirge—
Vital sparke of heavenly flame
Quit o’ quit this mortal frame trembling hoping Lingering flying oh’ the pain the bliss the bliss of dying
She was belov’d by all that knew her and has left a fair and spotless Charicter Pleasing reflection,—These are consolations Madam that will support surviveing friend, and blunt the edge of the sharpest sorrows.*
the Deaths which you mention the year past calls for our serious reflections o! may we be prepard to take our Jorney in to that heavenly Country where we shall meet our pious parents who when on earth put up so many firvent and heavenly petitions for the welfare of our Souls and bodies the religion of Jesus will Support us and Cary us to them— and what a blessed reflection that his religion is pure and simple by no means Clouded with Metaphysics and vain Speculations to perplex and discourage the willing mind...
“religion, never was design’d
to make our pleasures less”
You must be extreemly happy in your Children Madam to see them support such good Charicters in such a disapated world as this is, and to see them fill such important places with honnour and fidility. Long may they live and when their parents shall Slope gently down the hill of life may they with Chearfulness Rock the Cradle of declineing years,...
Present my best regards to the President tell him he must not expect his reward here.—may that venerable head and heart that has been abuse’d here for its integrity and fidility be Crown’d with honnour and glory in the last day.
the Doctor thanks you for your love and gratitude to him and wishes his regards presented to you and your best friend he has been very much out of health this spring but is Recrating he is a friend indeed—Such friends grow not on evry tree. he may with propriety be Call’d father and brother he has prov’d himself so to numbers. I think he has too much Care for his years and delicate health. Heaven grant that his life may preserve’d to all those that put such unbounded Confidence in him...
With sentiments of love and respect / your friend,
*The Sesons as they fly
snach from us in their Course year after year
Some sweet Connection, some indearing tie
The parrent ever honour’d ever dear
Claims from the filial breast the pious tear
A brothers urn demands the kindred tear
And gentle sorrows gush from friendship eye
MHi: Adams Papers.