MR. BELFORD, TO ROBERT LOVELACE, ESQ.
WEDN. MORN. EIGHT O'CLOCK, (6 SEPT.)
Your servant arrived here before I was stirring. I sent him to Smith's
to inquire how the lady was; and ordered him to call upon me when he came
back. I was pleased to hear she had tolerable rest. As soon as I had
dispatched him with the letter I had written over night, I went to attend
her.
I found her up, and dressed; in a white satin night-gown. Ever elegant;
but now more so than I had seen her for a week past: her aspect serenely
cheerful.
She mentioned the increased dimness of her eyes, and the tremor which had
invaded her limbs. If this be dying, said she, there is nothing at all
shocking in it. My body hardly sensible of pain, my mind at ease, my
intellects clear and perfect as ever. What a good and gracious God have
I!--For this is what I always prayed for.