This letter was written by a woman named Laura B. Cooke, otherwise unidentified. She wrote the letter from Fort Ann, New York to her friend, Sally (Shaw) Spaulding (1787-1852), the mother of Alonzo Spaulding (1814-1874) of Morristown, Vermont, to whom the letter is directed. Sally was married to Jared Spaulding (1788-1870).
Addressed to Mr. Alonzo Spaulding, Morristown, Vermont
Fort Ann [New York]
December 13, 1836
Although I am separated from friends who are dear to me, I rejoice to think we are under the care of the same kind Protector. I often think of my friends, and especially of you. How happy should be to hear that you was wholly resigned to the will of God and your soul was filled with peace and joy. “Ask and it shall be given you. Seek and ye shall find. Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.” Oh blessed words of comfort, O glad tidings of great and unbounded joy. What is prayer but the earnest and sincere desire of that soul turned to God? Seest thou thy need; lift up thy heart, behold the gates of heaven are open to thee, the ears of the Almighty are ever attentive to the voice of supplication. He knoweth, he pities and pleads for all our infirmities. Ask with humble yet firm reliance on his love, ask nothing ___vering, expecting to receive the blessing now and He will grant it. Can we fear when such an all prevailing friend as Jesus Christ is making intercession for us? No, we will approach with the full assurance of faith that he will hear and answer us. Dwell his own eternal word, dwell on his great and never failing promises, his __th cannot fail, his promises stand ____ and ___table. Rejoice that Jehova is your strength and comfort, let the name of Jesus obtain a place and dwell in your heart, your fears will then vanish as the early dew before the sun. Then you can say with transports of joy, “Jehovah is my Jesus and Redeemer.” O Death, where is thy sting? Oh Grave, where is thy Victory?
Receive these imperfect lines from one who loves your soul. Write me a few lines if your health will permit.
Yours in Friendship, — Laura B. Cooke
I have only time to write a few lines, yet I hope to receive a long letter from you when Mr. Stewart returns. I had a short and pleasant journey. My health is much better than it was when I left home. I am contented. Think I shall spend this winter here. Mr. Stewart’s people are pleasantly situated. I am disappointed in not seeing you and your family before I left home. Do not fail to write. Every incident will be interesting. I will endeavor to write next opportunity. Remember me to your Father and Mother.
Yours in haste but in love, — Laura B. Cooke