My dearest Friend
Yours of the 26th of Jan'ry
[John to Abigail, 26 January 1794]
I received last evening. You talk of not rising till june. Why I know not what I shall possibly do. Every Farm to Man, and with hands perhaps that I am unacquainted with, a scene of Business quite distant from me. When my Garden and Potato Yard are quite enough for me to attend to, why I shall have to travell from one farm to the other, and not bring much to pass neither I fear without proper overseer. We shall want a Farm Horse before that time and I know not what else, but there are many things to be thought of and those in season. I cannot but hope however that you will not sit later than May, at furtherest. You will attend to my request in my Letter of the 10th. We have got two Lambs already. The Animals in the Yard have all had the Mumps I believe. One of them I thought we should have lost. He was so sweld in his Throat that for a Week he never eat a mouthfull and could not lye down. The poor creature set up on his hind legs and slept. I cured him by having his Throat rubd with Goose oil daily.
The two Houses cannot agree upon an answer to the Govenours Speech. They are quite puzzeld. French influence appears to be going out of fashion, and daily losing ground. The democratick societies are dwindling down. You will read in Russels's paper some admirable observations addrest to the Phyadelphia Society taken from Minerva.. Adieu my dear Friend. How can I reconcole myself to the idea of not seeing you till june. The terrors of the fever will haunt my imagination. You must not tarry there so long. Remember me affectionately to all inquiring Friends. Thomas will not get his Boots this winter. Poor Cheesman was torn all to pieces, and starvd almost to death. There are letters from him.
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