My dear sister:—­I thank you for writing to such a little girl as I am, when you have so little time.  I was going to study a little catechism which Miss Martin has got, but she said I could not learn it.  I want to learn it.  I do not like to stay so long at school.  We have to write composition by dictation, as Miss Martin calls it.  She reads to us out of a book a sentence at a time.  We write it and then we write it again on our slates, because we do not always get the whole; then we write it on a piece of paper.  Miss Martin says I may say my Sunday-school [lesson] there.  Mr. Mitchell has had a great many new books.  I have been sick.  Doctor Cummings has been here and says E. is better and he thinks he will not have a fever....  G. goes to school to Miss Libby, and H. goes to Master Jackson.  H. sends his love.  Good-bye.

Your affectionate sister, E. PAYSON,

September 29, 1828.

My dear sister:—­I think you were very kind to write to me, when you have so little time.  I began to go to Mrs. Petrie’s school a week ago yesterday.  I stay at home Mondays in the morning to assist in taking care of Charles or such little things as I can do.  G. goes with me.  When mother put Charles and him to bed, as soon as she had done praying with them, G. said, Mother, will this world be all burnt up when we are dead?  She said, Yes, my dear, it will.  What, and all the dishes too? will they melt like lead? and will the ground be burnt up too?  O what a nasty fire it will make.  I saw the Northern lights last night.  I sleep in a very large pleasant room in the bed with mother....  I have a very pleasant room for my baby-house over the porch which has two windows and a fireplace in it, and a little cupboard too.  E. Wood and I are as intimate as ever.  I suppose you know that Mr. Wood is building him a brick house.  Mrs. Merril’s little baby is dead.  It was buried yesterday afternoon.  Mr. Mussey lives across the street from us.  He has a great many elm trees in his front yard.  His house is three stories high and the trees reach to the top.  We have heard two or three times from E. since he went away.  Yesterday all the Sabbath-schools walked in a procession and then went to our meeting-house and Mr. William Cutter addressed them.

I am your affectionate sister, E. Payson.

Her feeble constitution exposed her to severe attacks of disease, and in May, 1830, she was brought to the verge of the grave by a violent fever.  Her mother was deeply moved by this event, and while recording in her journal God’s goodness in sparing Elizabeth, wonders whether it is to the end that she may one day devote herself to her Saviour and do something for the “honor of religion.”  In the latter part of 1830 Mrs. Payson removed to New York, where her eldest daughter opened a school for girls.  It was during this residence in New York that Elizabeth, at the age of twelve years, made a public confession of Christ and came to the Lord’s table for the first time.  She was received into the Bleecker street—­now the Fourth avenue—­Presbyterian church, then under the pastoral care of the Rev. Erskine Mason, D.D., May 1, 1831.  Toward the close of the same year the family returned to Portland.