My Dear Son... Remember That You Are

I Acknowledge Myself A Unitarian

Do Not Put Such Unlimited Power Into The Hands Of Husbands. Remember All Men Would Be Tyrants If They Could.

You Cannot Know, Should I Discribe To You; The Feelings Of A Parent . . . . Four Years Have Already Past Away Since You Left Your Native Land, And This Rural Cottage-humble Indeed, When Compared To The Palaces You Have Visited, And The Pomp You Have Been Witness To. But I Dare Say You Have Not Been So Inattentive An Observer, As To Suppose That Sweet Peace, And Contentment, Cannot Inhabit The Lowly Roof, And Bless The Tranquil Inhabitants, Equally Guarded And Protected, In Person And Property, In This Happy Country, As Those Who Reside In The Most Elegant And Costly Dwellings.

Posterity Who Are To Reap The Blessings Will Scarcely Be Able To Conceive The Hardships And Sufferings Of Their Ancestors.

Learning Is Not Attained By Chance, It Must Be Sought For With Ardor And Diligence.