due to you that she should make, and
she charged me over and over again, to remember your direction, and send
the package to you in case she did not leave that place alive. She was
busily engaged in writing one day, when the noise of wheels attracted
her to the window, which she reached in time to see a gentleman alight
from a chaise, who proceeded to hand out a lady. A person in the room
with her, saw her put her hands to her head, and then she rushed from
the back door of the house, and did not stop till she reached the woods.
When found she was a raving maniac, and is so still. We have been
obliged to place her in the county house, where she is confined in the
apartment devoted to Lunatics, and is as comfortable as she can be made
under the circumstances. The accompanying package I found just as she
left it, when she dropped her pen and hastened to the window, and I now
comply with her earnest request and enclose it to you.

With respect, &c.

JAMES MASTEN.

The manuscript, when opened, was found to be in Miss Edwards' well known
hand-writing, though the fingers that held the pen, had evidently
trembled from weakness and agitation. It was with the saddest emotions,
that those who had loved her so tenderly, read the following
communication:

"Painful and harrowing to my feelings as the task must be which I have
undertaken, I feel that it is due to my kind and ever sympathising
friends, to make them acquainted with the sad trials through which I
have passed, and the bitter disappointments I have met with. I have
tried to bear up with the spirit of a Christian, and to feel that these
trials are sent by One who orders all things in justice and
righteousness; I do submit; I am not inclined to murmur; I hope I am
resigned; but heart, and flesh, and mind, are weak, and these alas! are
all failing."

"With the fondest anticipations I reached the village, where I expected
to be received in the arms of my long lost brother. Oh, how my heart
bounded, as the prolonged sound of the stage-horn told me we were
approaching the end of my journey! and how my imagination pictured the
joyful meeting, the cordial welcome, the fond embrace once more of my
own loved kindred! I was much surprised that my brother was not at the
tavern to meet me, and more so when, on asking for his residence, the
landlord hesitated, as if perplexed."

"'Edwards! Edwards!' said he; 'there is but one person of that name that
I know of in all the