Long Island 1st August 1797\u2014<\/p>\n
The great length of time since we heard from our dear Sad has now become a serious concern to me, and if our friend H[enry Sadler] had not written to one of his correspondants in N[ew] Y[ork] I should cer\u00adtainly think that some new evil had seperated us still further from the desired point, for if ever we meet again it will be gaining a point to me on which hangs many of my favourite expectations\u2014A Mr. Lawrence also has told my William that Mrs. Sfadler] was well two months ago, enjoying the agr\u00e9ments de Paris<\/em><\/span>1<\/sup><\/a><\/span>, more in earnest than any one there, that she was in one continued scene of amusement\u2014This was re\u00adpeated at the Breakfast table, on which my Sister addressed me with a look of sagacity \u201cthere you see what your gentle, sentimental friend has come to.\u201d I observed that it was one of the fixed sentiments of my friend, to submit to all matters of necessity with a good grace and that as you probably would never see Paris again you were right in enjoy\u00ading all the good it affords. It has several times been insinuated to me that in your absence you will lose that interest you once took in a little retired uninformed personage, who possesses neither fashion nor fancy, but the idea has never given me a moments pain, for when I recieved the first carresses of my Sad she knew as much of the world as she does now, and I dread no alleniation from a Heart that values candour and nature more than refinement and grace, where they are not to be found\u2014the only subject of reflection with me is, that you will find me in a situation which I fill with all the carelessness of an old possessor, whilst to you, unaccustomed to see me in it, every blemish will be instantly discovered, and of them (Heaven knows my con\u00adsciousness and desire of doing better) there are too many\u2014<\/p>\n