It is my turn to write to you dear sister, & so I mean to do though I have little to say now, ever, that can make it desirable to receive my letters; complaints that I indulge too much in, & details of distressing or disagreable things are the beginning middle & end of them. I cannot...

at last my dear sister we have quitted Monticello and are doing our best to reconcile ourselves to our change of abode, here we shall meet with kindness and comfort, and when time has lessened our regrets for all we have left, I hope we...

I’ve missed the last mail or two, from a desire to communicate something definitive, which some little fluctuations that have occurred rendered impossible. There is no longer any doubt. Unless one chance to a hundred thousand, or a Million, may be ground for doubt. He has been dying since...

Your most affectionate and welcome letters, My ever dear Ellen, have been almost the only pleasures of this most afflicting winter. your separation from us has been a comfort even, as it has spared me the anguish of witnessing your sorrow and when I have been most oppressed I have looked to your...

You will receive tomorrow, beloved wife, the letter I wrote from Poplar forest, and which, for reasons therein stated, I did not send by mail. I left the forest on Sunday morning; reached Liberty between nine and ten, and found that Mr Gilmer had set out the evening previous for albemarle. The...

You have heard before this of our having staid at Tufton to breakfast: we did not leave there ’till a quarter past six; and travelling very slow it was quite late before we got to Mrs Carter’s. There I got introduced to Wyndham Robertson, also on his way to the Springs, who has probably fulfilled...

Your last, written more than six weeks ago, informed me of the existing indisposition of several of the family. A “mere circumstance,” how ever, I suppose; since I am indebted, for any alleviation of my uneasiness on the subject, to an “all’s well” in a letter Browse lately got from Francis.—I am...

I wish, my dearest Love, I had another letter from you, to answer today, for they are certainly by far my greatest source of pleasure. next comes that of writing to you, and the consciousness that I am preparing pleasure to “her whom I love best on earth”; which you see I indulge in tolerably...

You will not think, I know, my beloved Virginia, from my tardiness in answering your two last letters, that my heart has been backward in acknowledging the tenderness that breathes throughout them.— They show me that I am loved as I wish to be;—as I, myself, Love: do not therefore be too...

as my dearest friend may suppose, I am in no great mood for writing: it is some relief however, to disburden my heart into that of my better half; especially as I know the sympathetic throb which will have beat in her bosom before this reaches her, and the anxiety she will feel to hear the tale...