
          My Dear Sir! it is to [too] well known by all our poor
 emigrants, that no help is nor protection for us
 by that society. It seems, that the magnanimous
 creators of that benevolent foundation don't
 know, how commodious and in a short manner
 the officers of that society expedient the poor
 emigrants! Yes, this is all known. No my
 Dear Sir, ther's [there's] no help; the officers take
 their payment and trouble themselves very
 little with us. Help yourselves! is said.
 I asked for their aid and intercession in finding
 out any employment as chemist or Apothecary,
 but the [they] replied me: the [they] were no acquainted
 with the Apothecarys [Apothecaries] and chemical [crossed out: illegible] establishments 
 etc. were here not at all!


 Our counsel said only, that I should go to a 
 lawyer. 


 Unfortunately I found Your excellent
 friend Prof. [Professor] Mr. Torrey not home and on my 
 writing to him I have not yet an answer.


 I write this all to You under the suppression of 
 deepest mourning; discouraged as I am, I 
 see no help and hope more. I am surrendered 
 to the misfortune for ever! 


 I begg [beg] only rev. [reverend] Sir, You would kindly 
 forgive my boldness in so much troubling You, 
 but I have no one, to whom I should apply in
 this desert of the world.

        