By your letter of the 8th past, as well as by the several preceding, it appears to me that my Letters to you do not of late come to hand for you speak of my Illness as preventing my writing to you, as you understand from Cousin Jonathan; and you have not in writing to me taken notice of any Letter I have written to you since November last. I know not how to account for their Miscarriage, as I always send by the Post. I will now endeavour from Memory to give you some Account of them. On your mentioning to me the Difficulty you met with in disposing of the little Books, and as I had intended them for some Assistance to you in getting thro’ the Winter, I wrote to you to draw on me for Forty Dollars. As your next letter took no Notice of this, and no Bill came, I wrote another Letter enclosing a Copy of the former taken by the Press; for we have now an easy way of taking Copies of long Letters in a few Minutes, by pressing them between Rollers on damp soft Paper. Inclos’d I send you a copy of that second Letter taken in the same Manner. And I wrote to you again some time in May, of which Letter I do not find a Copy, or I should send you that also. Pray enquire at your Post Office for them. Perhaps they have some new Carrier that does not know where to find you. If that is not the Case, I must complain of the Office here. One or other of them, is in fault. I will send this directed to Cousin Williams, for greater Certainty

As to the Pain I suffer, about which you make yourself so unhappy, it is, when compar’d with the long life I have enjoy’d of Health and Ease, but a Trifle. And it it is right that we should meet with something to wean us from this world to make us willing when call’d to leave it: otherwise the Parting would indeed be grievous I am ever, Your affectionate Brother