Sweet the roseate breath
of morn, sweet the blossom
of the thorn, sweet the ince
nse violets raise, sweeter
for the preath of praise.
seet and usefall when it 
draws, The tender mind to
virtues cause.

Tell me ye knowing and 
discerning few where I m
ay find a freind both firm
and true that dare stand by
me when in deep distress
And then their love and f
rienship most express.
Misfortune tries our friend

Mary Reeves sampler ended in the 11th month 2nd 1800 in the 14th year of her age