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My Dearest Friend
I have neither seen or heard of any unpleasent remarks or strictures upon your late addresses. What may be reservd for hereafter I know not. The Chronical has been quite favourable, drawing however wrong inferences that your administration would be very different from your predecessors. The impression made upon the minds of the publick as far as I can learn them, have been highly favourable, but the publick have exhausted themselves upon your predecessor. They must take breath, and recollect themselves, before they can bestow even merrited praise. Our good Brother Cranch said he was enraptured with the Speach, that he had read it repeatedly, and every time with new delight and pleasure. Mr. Flint who lately attended the ordination of Mr. Peirce at Brookline, reported that it was held in high estimation. I saw a proposal in Websters paper, of having it printed and Framed with the late Presidents. The solemnity of the Scene in which you was the principle actor, the dignified Speach deliverd previous to the oath of office, the presence of the Great Friend and Father of his Country who presented himself to the publick as a pledge for his Successor, could not fail to inspire into the minds and Hearts of all present, the strongest Emotions of tenderness, nor do I wonder that it found its way to their Eyes. There are many other reflection which would have penetrated my Heart upon the occasion.
I cannot consider the event in the light which a Lady of our acquaintance
"a Game of chance, the highest
I inclose you the Letter and my reply. When I was at Plimouth a number of them were purchasing tickets, and invited me to join them. I bought one with them. This will explain the first part of the Letter. The feelings, and Spirit are endeavourd to be conceald under the appearence of Friendship. and may be I hope the professions are sincere, tho there is a manifest design to lead me to consider the Event as Chance, rather than choice. The Idea of great Wealth held up, so that the Chance of 5 thousanddollors or Eight shillings could be no object with me, is a reflection not justified, and this she knew.
You observe that the News is unpleasent. I presume you mean as it respects Mr. Pinkny but this does not appear to be well founded. Or do you mean, as it respects Peace? I do not think it improbable that Pinckny may be refused, considering what are the designs of the directory, but as you once observed in a Letter to a Friend in the Year 1782 That your whole Life from Infancy, had been passed through an uninterrupted Series of delicate Situations, so when you found yourself suddenly translated into a New one, the view of it, neither confounded or dismayed you.
I hope you will continue to possess the same fortitude, and resouses, for where there is neither fixed principles nor any Laws Humane or divine, which are considerd binding, it puzzels all calculation to know what part to act.
I read the Letter of Mifflin and your reply. I should not
have wisht you to have accepted the House on any
terms. I have not got my last papers so do not know what they
There is one observation in your Letter which struck me as meaning more than is exprest. J. is as he was! Can he still be a devotee to a cause and to a people, run mad, without, any wish for Peace, without any desire after a rational system of Government, and whose thirst for power and absolute dominion is become Gluttonous? can it be? I regret that Dr. Prietly has been left to the commission of such an error of Judgment as to be present at the Feast of as porcupine call them. He has laid himself open to the Scourge, and Peter lays it on with exultation. He has given him a handle and the Friends of the Doctor, must censure. He ought not to have had any Hand or part in the buisness. Poor [illegible] McKean. He has made him aHenpeck indeed. How the truth cuts. I wonder Peter does not get broken bones. Poor Pennsilvania keeps no gallows, but she keeps Rogues and villans who deserve one, and she will find to her cost that she has not reachd the MillinaumMillenium.
I know when you get to Housekeeping you will pine for Society, for your Farm, For your Wall, and wish as Boylestone Adams says that it was the end of the fourth, instead of the beginning Year.
Please to tell Brisler that his wife looks quite sober and sad that she has not had a Letter from him for a month. The man imitates his master, and has written so frequently to his wife of late, that she, like her mistress feels mortified whenever a dissapointment prevents her from receiving assurences of unabating Love and affection, which tho a thousand times told, will never diminish of their value in the estimation of Your
Your mother who is here desires me to give her Love to you. She has past through this cold Winter better than I expected. Mrs. Temple just passing by reminds me of a saucy old poet who says, " [Frailty?], thy name, is woman." Could Mr. Russel look from his happy abode, what would he say to see his property flying into the hands of a young British officer whose commission of [Leiut.?] is all the wealth he owns. His wife, [azn?]. she ought never to have been his, and I know not but Mr. Russel was as indiscreat at 55 as she has been at 29. All the contrivance of that old Sinner his Father. Let every man enjoy his property as he passes through Life. Do with it all the good he can and not leave it to be disposed of at his discease. By he knows not whom.
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