Correspondence of Miss Adams (Volume 1); Daughter of John Adams, Second President of the United States - Softcover

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1842. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... 1 "fervently pray that you and my dear and "venerated mother may be animated with these hopes and consolations under this new visitation of the chastening hand of Heaven. For -my own part I can rest upon no other. Thick and frequent as these shafts have flown now year after year, the same in kind, and the relief can never be but from the same source. My sister and my child, I fondly believe, are now kindred spirits in regions of purity and of happiness ; and my remaining duties are so to accomplish the rest of the pilgrimage allotted to me here, as to be worthy of obtaining admission to a participation of their society, and of their joys in the world of eternity. With remembrances of duty and afiection to the family with and around you, I remain faithfully yours. A. Extract of a Letter from Mr. J. Q. Adams to hia Mother. Ghent, 30 June, 1814. MRS. A. ADAMS, QUINCY. Several of your letters to me have been equally unfortunate in the transmission as mine, from No. 44 to 48 to you are missing*; between 14th July and 22d October, all your letters are missing. That in particular, to which in later letters you refer, containing the account of the last illness of my ever dear and lamented sister. I see you, in every subsequent letter involuntarily recurring to the severe trial to which it pleased Providence to bring you in that event. I know too well what it is. Two years have nearly gone by since my only daughter was taken from me and to this hour I cannot meet in the street an infant of her age in its mother's arms, but it cuts me to the heart. If such are my feelings for a child cut off before the day-star of intelligence could have arisen to announce the dawn of reason in her soul; what must be those of a mother, for one in whom the mind was at its highest noon, cle...