I can never forget the entreaty of Mrs. Lash yesterday morning a short time before her death, to be bled. I was much affected by it. Her voice was so different, her countenance so changed, and had chilled every extremity, and she requested to be bled. Indeed i have never yet stood and observed the extinguishment of life that so much affected me, and Mr. Lash will never repair her loss. She was too pure, too good to live in this vile world. She was buried today. I could not attend the funeral in consequence of my own afflictions. Mr. Lash seemed quite too much affected. His grief appeared inordinate. It will be of short duration. He will soon get another, but never like her. None so amiable.