Sister,

We both are Women, and there is a Will of God - Could the Dying confide Death, there would be no Dead - Wedlock is shyer than Death. Thank you for Tenderness -

I find it is the only food that the Will takes, nor that from general fingers. I am glad you go - It does not remove you. I seek you first in Amherst, then turn my thoughts without a Whip - so well they follow you -

       An Hour is a Sea
       Between a few, and me -
       With them would Harbor be -