as not
been here lately--it consoles me, though, that whilst his back
is turned upon us--he is looking the right way. Come then, my
child, and be induced by his looks, or smiles, or attentions,
to make us another visit--We will meet you with smiles and
pleasure--Mama desires to be remembered to your Mother. The
Boys send their love to Norvey--and I--my dear Chloe--beg to
be thought of--by you--with affection--and that you will
accept of much love from

HANNAH COOPER.
Coopers Town, January 5th, 1800.

ELIZA MACDONALD TO CHLOE FULLER.

Cooperstown, August 4th. 1801.
My beloved Chloe,

Again I date my letter from this place in which I formed for
you that friendship which neither revolving time, change of
place or circumstances has been able to alter. Would that I
had you as personally at my side as your dear image is
constantly present to my imagination. Perhaps now that I am on
the verge of departure it is happier for me that you are more
remote, as parting with you would prove an additional pang to
that which I now feel at the thought of leaving my respected
friend, your dear, dear Sister. I have been here three weeks
yesterday, and expect in a few minutes more to take my exit.
You will say, perhaps, my stay is short compared to my former
ones. It is so, but, Chloe, ah! how fast our friends decrease!
Our mutual friend, our pious pattern!--Miss Cooper--is here no
more! narrow is the cell in which her lovely form is laid! but
her mind, her soul, I trust is gone to a soil more kind, more
congenial, to a Friend in whom while here its best affections
and confidences appear'd to be placed! In every place in which
I used to meet with her--in her Father's Hall, which she
highly graced--the vacant chair, the trifling conversation, my
own absence of mind tell me, death has robbed me of a treasure
that empires cannot give! Reflection, however, and daily
experience, not only inspire me with resignation to the Wise
Ruler of all events, but fill me with gratitude that God in
compassion has removed her from a scene of afflictions, from
new trials, from growing evils, which a tender sensibility
like hers too keenly felt long to survive.

Richard, you may have heard, has married one of Col. Cary's
Daughters--Nancy--a young, g