John writes his wife from Baltimore, where he is attending the Second Continental Congress. Abigail is in the middle of a troubled pregnancy. In July, she will deliver a stillborn daughter.
My dear: I am anxious to hear how you do. I have in my mind a source of anxiety, which I have never had before. You know what it is.
Can't you convey to me, in hieroglyphics, which no other person can comprehend, information which will relieve me. Tell me you are as well as can be expected.