
          reminds me of the cause of it.


 I have been reading your last letter over again
 to put me in a good humor with you. It contains 
 many expressions of friendship which I am willing to believe
 come from the heart, and I will take them before hand
 as assurances that your apparent neglect of me can be
 excused upon good grounds, though I am as yet ignorant 
 what they can be.


 I know it is a long time since I wrote to you, but
 the letters which it gave me so much pleasure to receive
 in Rome arrived just before I left that city for Naples
 and from that time till my return to Paris I was
 almost constantly on the road. I had prepared a long
 account for you as soon as returned but I have
 been too much out of humor to [recollect?] it.


 You cannot imagine how pleased I am to know
 that there is at least one naturalist left in New York
 and I hope to find in a few months that you are not
 the only one. I have had my [sowing?], my curiosity 
 to see the world is satisfied, many things in Europe
 disquiet me and I am impatient to return home
 to apply to my old pursuits, to explore cedar swamps,
 volcanic formations, [Big-bone-licks?] and the like for the rest 
 of my days, if I can find [?] better to do, which 
 is not likely.


 your angry friend
 Wm. [William] Cooper
        