It was a dreadfull hour for me, still God was mercifull. The child came at last, it was perfectly formed, a little girl, it had life, but it became extinct in a moment. I was four months, and a half gone. Mr H. had it buried in St. Johns, or rather the episcopal burying ground, in Hudson Street. We did not shed many tears for its loss, thinking in the goodness of “God”, it had been saved from the “judge- ment to come”.