_[May 27, 1795] Wednesday._
I inclose you the letter, which you desired me to forward, and I am
tempted very laconically to wish you a good morning--not because I am
angry, or have nothing to say; but to keep down a wounded spirit.--I shall
make every effort to calm my mind--yet a strong conviction seems to whirl
round in the very centre of my brain, which, like the fiat of fate,
emphatically assures me, that grief has a firm hold of my heart.
God bless you!
Yours sincerely,
MARY.