New York Tuesday 26th, August.
My dearest Frances,
I destroy a letter I had just closed to acknowledge the
arrival of your very kind letter. I am glad to learn that your father’s
health is again such that you are no longer alarmed. Presuming it
to be safe I shall not expedite my departure as on reading your
letter for the first time I determined to do.
You will be surprised to learn that the Court of Errors has
adjourned until November. Such is the fact - we adjourned this
morning for want of business on the appeal calendar, and
the Chancellor being unable to be with us until next week
to dispose of the Writs of Error which we were unwilling to
take up unless he were present. The adjournment has no
connection with the malady in the city concerning which
no alarm is felt. Should you be unable to understand
the reason as above assigned your father to whom you will
please hand this letter will explain it.
Of course I am left just as might be expected with a
multiplicity of business not yet looked at and with an
interrupted series of projects for the week. My first im-
pression was that I could go tomorrow morning to Phil-
adelphia and visit Cornelia which I certainly would
do if you were with me. But I am weary of travelling.
My heart has no longer pleasure in it. I cannot go alone
two hundred miles. I hear that her little boy is better

and that she is moreover made happy if increase of children
be a blessing by the birth of a daughter. I am not certain that
I do right in not visiting her, but I should all the time (and it
would require six days) be regretting the inward absence from
you and the boys. I think it must be postponed until next
summer when you can go with me.
I will endeavor to do up my business tomorrow and
go up to Goshen where I will stay one or two days and
then set my face homeward.
I am entirely satisfied with the bargain about the piano
if the instrument meets your wishes. You see that the min-
iature affair falls to the ground.
I must send short letters in order not to prolong my
absence.
Adieu, dearest,
Your own Henry.
We heard this morning of the death of our old friend Mr
Hasbrouck of the Senate by Apoplexy. Who would have
thought that he was less safe at home than we in the
midst of the pestilence.

Mr. William H. Seward
Auburn
hHenry August 24
1834