SAME TO SAME---ENCLOSED.
Brother!---I know the whole---the whole. One of
your letters overtook me this morning---about three hours
ago. I have no more to say---I shall never return to
Philadelphia. I am rather unwell---If any thing should
happen, the papers, that relate to Sarah, will be found
in my trunk---I wish that I could see you, for an hour
or two—farewell brother----I----I—
Evening—
I am very feeble,---very. This letter should have
gone to day; but I had made no provision for what happened.
A strange blindness put a stop to my writing---
and then, a sickness at the heart; and a temporary delirium,
I believe,—till I had forgotten what it was—I
cannot trust another to write, or I should be more tranquil—it
was somewhat about the child—her child—what
it was, I know not—but—God bless it!—God bless
it!—
I thought that the drop of blood — falling, as it did
—and blotting out her name as I wrote it---was---I know
not what, my brother---are there not such things as
portents? --I cannot see, very plainly---and my memory,
it appears to me, is a good deal shattered. Some of your
letters are upon the road, I suppose----I—The accounts
are all adjusted; and the money, in her name;
and subject to her order, I have deposited in—
