Hopkinton,
Dear Margarette, an old acquaintance claims your notice for a few moments. Altho' our intimacy has suffered an interruption, I do not harbour the tho't that you have forgotten me. No! often in your recollections of former days I fancy, I may be one of the groupe [sic] presented by your imagination. And memory does long, very long cherish whatever is associated with our early days. One motive which impels me to tax your time and attention, (a motive that strongly urged me to write sooner than this) is, in this way to offer you my sincere thanks for all your kindness shown to my dear sister. O! Margarette! You will not lose your reward. I know you did it, not for thanks or human applause. It was enough for you that he who spake as never man spake, had said "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these ye have done it unto me." Here let me say my dear friend, that how much soever distance may prevent our communication, or separate interests occupy us while here on earth, I trust that when we appear at the [Bar?] of God, we may be found worthy to stand on the right hand of the Judge, not for anything which we have done, but for his sake who loved us and hath redeemed us, To whom be glory forever.

I made a pleasant visit at your Mother's in the summer--saw Mrs. Flanders a few moments, I have not seen her since. Mary politely favored me with the reading of some of your letters. So did your mother--my heart responded to all your wishes for their present and eternal welfare. I should like to see Mrs. Flanders oftener, but we neither of use leave home often and our intercourse is very slight. I have been at your Mothers several times this fall--she and Catherine have also visited us.

Catherine Boynton has passed a few weeks in town--left us a few days since. We miss her exceedingly. In a small circle of friends, the loss of one is sensibly felt.

"Thanksgiving" is but just over and there are a multitude of things upon which I should like to dwell, but I must restrain my feelings and briefly take my leave of you. I have written to Sister Caroline by this mail. It is possible that they have left Brockport. If so, will your husband take the trouble to redirect the letter to the place where they may be. And now my dear M. will you not write to me? Assure your husband of my sincere regard for you both. I shall ever be happy to hear of your welfare. I am happy to say to you that I feel very pleasantly situated, my husband is well. Hamilton and his wife seem very happy- I think them suited for each other. I take for granted that they would all send love to you. Accept my best wishes dear M. and sometimes bestow a thot [sic] upon yours HTT Towne [Written vertically across the page] My love to Urania Greely--I should direct to your husband but I forget his first name. Harriet
[Address on Envelope]
Hopkinton, New Hampshire
Mrs. Margarette B.L. McQuestion [sic]
Brockport, New York