New York June 23/70

My dear daughter Sally

The Philosopher
presumed upon his strength
yesterday, took a walk to Reservoir
Park and came home
prostrated. Mr Cobb came in
the [evening], and it was pleasant
to see the light of his countenance
and to feel the influence of his
spirit, his final Marquand
was with them, but it did
prove sufficient to lift me
from my low estate, after
a drive to the Park with his
dregs of stupidity on the person
of Mr Clark. The equipage
may be ever so elegant and
the footwear in gorgeous or,
[say?] - the kindly conversation
between the Muse & Coachman
with the little girl in front

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away that she might be alone with thee dying suffering
It was a side of her life almost unknown, but deeply
touching, & impressive,
thy loving
Mother

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The news which she gave me with
unmixed delight, of Eddy
Hopkins quiet marriage
I could not recover, and had
to acknowledge myself ungrateful
for what was meant genuine
kindness. And then at 12
midnight thy father was on
his way to Delaware. That
project ought to yield him
houses & lands, coach & four
and every luxury life can afford
for surely industry & strength
have been given to it without
stint. Now if fortune
should turn her wheel in favor
of this family, first [underlined] morally [/underlined],
spiritually & pecuniarily, I
would retract my after expressed
opinion that the dreams
of early life are never fulfilled
and I sicken when I see the
overflowing hearts, doomed to

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I will write to Mrs Fuller in a few days. I am wanting
for letters from her sister. The amount I see Dr Greene

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bitter trial and disappointment
But then, thanks to the good [Haltham?]
when I gratefully remember that
ours is a solitary care, I know
of no care or record, or in memory,
when the sweetness [?]
of early years, became [woman?]
& fall, and given [underlined] us [/underlined] to drink
deep, though the instrumentality
of a shepard who brutally
poisons the lambs of his fold
if he should be called upon
to take of the same cup I shall
call it divine justice, but
of this I have no hope for I believe
in the text of an old lady I
have heard preach many a time
beginning "The innocent are
punished, and the guilty
go free."

I did not dream of
all I have written, when the
row began, but how I find

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came promptly. Please tell her so with my love

myself wondering why a child was
not afraid to turn her back
without a parting word.

Julia dined yesterday at good
Florence with Mr Capella
afterward took a drive, and
to night by invitation of the
agreeable young Italian they drive
together at Central Park
on Sunday he (Capella) dined with
Mr Albina's final, he
being of the party.

About Miss Sedgwick,
thy father will [?]
put in form the gists
I shall give him. I think
no one living but myself
knew of the truly beautiful services
she rendered to the sick
and sinning, and so shrinking
was she that while on bended
knees at the bedside, I turned