My dearest Friend
Your Favour of June 17. [Abigail to John, 17 June 1782] arrived this Day and gave me, all the tender and melancholly Feelings of which my Heart is susceptible.
How shall I express my solicitude for my amiable, my venerable Friend and Brother? This World contains not a wiser or a more virtuous Man. Just now placed in a situation, too where all his great Talents and excellent Virtues might have their full Effect! -- But it is but a Part that We see. I tremble for his Family. Possibly he may still be spared. But We must all expect. -- I have been within an Hairs Breadth, and although recovered to tolerable Halth and Spirits, I am still feeble, and shall never be restored to all my former Force.
Before this Time, you will have learned our full Success here. The Treaty is not yet compleated but it is in a fair Way. This Nation cannot depart
You have not yet an Idea of all the Difficulties I have had to encounter. Some of them ought not to be committed to Paper. They were cruel, but I bore them and they are over. I am now as agreably situated as I can ever be without my Family.
It is to me an insipid Life, this of an Ambassador, and I wish it at an End. . . .
The naval Disaster you mention, has no ill Effect upon this People.
My dear Children are never long out of my Thoughts. Where is Charles's Pen? I hear sometimes of Miss Nabby in Boston. How is Mr. Tommy?
Our Northern Friends are well.