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My Dearest Friend
Our Little Town of
Quincy is become so rich that they can vote a Thousand
dollors to Build a School
House, yet can not pay a Tax to their Minister
which has been due for more than two years. Your proportion of the Tax for the
present Year including your part of the Iou for the
School house is 18
dollors 30 Cents. The
Braintree Tax I have not yet seen. Both the collector and the
School Committe want the Tax. I promised
Baxter that he should have 50 dollors of it provided he would make an exertion to get
the rest for Mr. Wibird as he said he was determined to do by
March meeting. Our Neighbour Joseph
Baxter is the collector. Captain Beals has really
made a fine story out to the Town and prevaild
upon them to vote and Tax for this Thousand Dollors
to Build the School House. I should have
supposed 500 might have answerd as well. It is to
be set upon the Green by the meeting house, built 2 storey high the
School House to be divided, part for Girls and
part for Boys. Over the whole a large Room for the Town to do
buisness in, or to be let as an Assembly
Room.
Quincy is to Rival
Hingham. We shall have an accademy,
and being so much nearer
Boston Gentlemen and Ladies will prefer sending their children
here. It will bring into Town a mint of money, and raise the value of estates
in Town six pr cent, and all this I have done for
the Town. At this very economical time of Building I fancy the cash will come
harder than the vote. The Timber is cut and Pratt has engaged
to Build it. Mr. Wibird has not been out but
We have a young Gentleman preaching for us by the Name of Fisk. Upon the whole I like him better than any other we have had, In the first place he has an excellent countanance. In the 2d he is very social and much of a Gentleman, and in the 3d he is a very good preacher. I do not however expect that we shall ever be so fortunate as to get all these qualifications united in a minister for Quincy.
The Season is mild, the snow is leaving us. I must think of attacking the
canker worm if any such I find. Grain is rising fast. I am thankfull I am so well supplied with flower. I have not been able to purchase Rye under 9
Shillings pr Bushel. Corn has got to Seven I
hear. If our places are out I hope we shall not have occasion to Buy. I must
soon have another hand. Mr. Bass s Services are not worth
much. The old
We have had for three days last week a fog as thick as Philadelphia, so it put me in mind of the old story. Growls &c. I hope to shake it of, for I am better of my cold, and the Bark I have had recourse to.
The last of Your Fathers sisters dyed a fortnight since. I learnt it only from the Chronical for the Family never sent us any word, not even to your Mother who was here on saturday and desires to be rememberd to you with parental affection. I bought the Good Lady a winter Gown when I was in Town, with which she was much pleasd. It did me good to see how much, and I have it in Charge over and over again to thank you for the flower sent. I think her Health better for the discharge she has had from her Arm.
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