Writes in a loving manner to his 11 year old daughter about her last letters in which she told him she had a headache and toothache. ". . . too much for one poor little girl to suffer at one time, I am sure . . . you must fight them as well as you can till I come, and then I will engage to keep them at bay." Wonders if she received his last letter as she did not acknowledge its receipt. Asks her to copy what she has translated of Terence (Publius Terentius Afer) into a book in very fair handwriting. Addressed to her in New York. Signed "A.B."