New York Nov. 30. 1827. Dr William, Our misfortunes do not end. One of the most vexatious things imaginable happened last evening. Dr. P. thought that a soothing ? plaster would be useful to my Webster's side & accordingly sent the boy, with a prescription to the apothecary, to obtain such an article. The plaster came - the doctor was out & I was in bed & Mrs. W. applied it, & went to bed herself. The ? found it very far from being soothing & after waiting for some time, to see what might come of it, she got up, & took it off, when, lo, it was a blister plaster, I had already raised a great & very sore blister! Today she cannot stir at all. Indeed she has not been out of her bed. What to do, I know not. I must decide tomorrow morning, between leaving her, & waiting for her being better. The Dr. has been ? to heal up the blister, & it is possible she may be able to go in the Boat on Sunday. I know not what to do. Indeed this whole subject of Mrs. W's illness distresses me much. More than all other subjects do, or ever did. Yet I hope there is no great danger. She hereof is in good spirits, & thinks this last incident so ridiculous, that tho' its results are painful, it must be laughed at. She laughs at the New York ?. The children are well as usual & with their mother send a great deal of love to uncle William & Daniel. I have a bad cold, which is getting better. Riley has gone on to New Brunswich. I write Mrs. ? today, with an enclosure, for the paupers about which I wrote you from Hartford. I shall probably write again tomorrow. Yours D. W.