My dearest Friend
I am weary of this Scene of Dulness. We have done nothing and shall do nothing this Session, which ought to be done, unless We should appropriate a sufficient sum of Money, for treating with the Algerines. We are afraid to go War, though our Inclinations and Dispositions are Strong enough to join the French Republicans. It is happy that our Fears are a Check to our Resentments: and our Understandings are better then our Hearts.
One day spent at home would afford me more inward Delight and Comfort than a Week or a Winter in this Place.
We have frequent Rumours and Allarms about the yellow fever: but when they come to be traced to their Sources they have hitherto proved to be false. There is one at present in Circulation which is not quite cleared up, and the Weather is extreamly warm, muggy foggy and unfavourable for the Season.
The River is open and some say is never frozen over after this time. Others say there have been Instances in the last week in January.
I begin not to think all time lost, that is not employed in Farming, innocent, healthy gay, elegant Amusement! Enchanting Employment! How my imagination roves over my rocky Moutains and through my brushy Meadows!
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