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My Dearest Friend
I last evening received a Letter from Mr. Thaxter dated in April, and Mr. Storer received Letters from his Son, but not a line has yet come to hand from you. I Know not what to think. I should feel more anxious, but Mr. Thaxter mentiond you as well. I fancy you must feel impatient at the delay of your return. I fear you will compleat the four years before you reach America. Do not think of a winter voyage, I dread this coast in winter. From a state of our publick affairs, the knowledge of which will reach you, if your Friends have written as they promised you will feel, both a wish, and a reluctance at a speedy return.
A Gentleman observed to me the other day, that he believed you had served your Country almost long enough to be forgotten. But it will not be a forgetfulness that will diminish or depreciate your Services, but jealousy and envy of those abilities which have crowned you with Success; the insolence of wealth will endeavour to trample down what it cannot emulate. But it is an observation of Swifts, that persons of transcendent merit force their way in spight of all obsticals, but that those whose merit was of a second third or fourth rate, were seldom able to perform any thing; because the Knaves and dunces of the World, had all the impudence, assiduity, flattery, and servile, compliance, divided among them; which kept them continually in the Way; and engaged every body to become their Solicitors. Swifts observations generally carry a Sting with them -- yet he had too much reason for his severity.
There is a position in Machiavel says a late elegant writer that a country
should sometimes be without order, and over run with all sorts of calamities,
that Men of great Genius
Tis a long time since I heard from You. I flatterd myself that when there was no danger from enemies, that the communication would be much more frequent.
I know but little of the movements of Congress, the States are jealous of their assumeing too great power, and there are certain restless Spirits who keep up the Hue and cry, the impost will not go down in any shape, the treasury has no money, and was obliged to borrow of private persons to pay the last Sessions of the court, the most expensive that we ever had and the least performd. No money has ever been paid upon loan office certificates since France stoped payment. Taxes are Still enormous, what becomes of the money I cannot say. The Soldiers have no pay, and every department is crying out -- give, give.
I was lately in conversation with Mr.
Osgood upon our publick affairs. He told me
that the British influence in Congress were all in your favour, and that he was certain, they wished to support you
-- that it was matter of great Speculation among the Gallicians, how your aged
Colleigue was brought to coinside and act in concert with you. This same
Mr. Osgood is a sensible modest Man. When
he came from congress, I wished to see him, and he was introduced to me. I made
some inquiry of him respecting the situation of my Friend. Ever since that time
he has taken
I think I feel a greater regard for those persons who Love me for your sake,
than I should if they Esteemed me on my own account only. Where is my wanderer,
is he not yet arrived. I do not forget him, but am anxious to hear from him.
Adieu my Friend. Heaven bless and prosper you is the ardent wish of yours for ever
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