To Dr. Howe he wrote from Newport, Sept. 30:—
Most tardily I return to you. I had hoped to write you immediately after my arrival here last Thursday; but riding, exercise, and sleeping, and the returning and receiving a few calls, have absorbed my hours and minutes. I have an admirable horse, and scamper like the wind over the beach and the country near. I wish you were here to keep me company. I fear that our rides together, scouring the roads about Boston, are all in the wallet of the past. I long to see you, and to sit in the shade of your roof-tree, while your wife is near. I am so well that I begin to tire of my intellectual inactivity, and yearn to plunge again into my affairs. I shall be with you at the beginning of next week, well mended. I hear sad tidings from my dear sister Mary. She has now retired to her chamber, which she will never quit, except on her upward flight to Heaven. Adieu! You may write me one letter more.