From Hannah Bushrod Washington, 20 April 1798
I have only time to write you a few lines—to tell you our Situation—your Brother with his poor sick wife got here last saturday— she is extremely weak & low—yet there are some Symptoms in her situation which leads me to hope— her breath is as long as any other persons— her spiting is not of the kind I have ever observed in real consumptions— God only knows the event— your poor Brother is nearly as thin as his wife, his uneasiness & fatigue can better be imagined than discribed—poor dear Hannah— I am obliged to smother my unhappiness to keep up my dear Sons spi