Dearest Brother,

A few lines in your last letter directed to me, merits a reply; though a constant pain in my mouth, bids me be brief.

Twas my intention to have sent you a small piece of my painting, but health and time will not permit. Please take the will for the deed, and the next opportunity, I'll endeavour to send you the same. Twas also my intention to have written you a long Sentimental letter; but the shadow must answer for the substance, since I have a letter to write to Uncle Woods, and tis now most tea time. I've sent M. a scratch of little matter, but trust Edward will assist her in perusing it.

Many thanks for your exposition of the sinners danger--need of a refuge in the day of wrath &c. &c. I am of opinion with you, that each will be rewarded according to his deeds, and that misery will be the doom of the impenitent; yet I know we are all prone to procrastination--especially as it relates to things of an eternal & Heavenly consideration. Uncertain are our days--yet we think them endless. Often have I thought there was no reality in that sudden change from darkness to light of which all Unitarians speak; then again I think it may be time. If so, God grant that e'er he call me home, I may be prepared to meet Him in the high abodes of eternal happiness.

Tis now evening, and I am in great pain from my teeth. Trust twill not continue long. Have sent for Dr. Willard to come tomorrow, for I fear the result of this continual ache. Should Providence permit my going to Boston, will send you a paper after my arrival, & shall expect you to write me with M. & E. a long letter. Excuse all, for I am most sick.

Your affectionate Sister

C.C. Lerned

[Envelope wrapper:] Dr. C. McQuesten, Brockport, New York