My dearest Friend
The post of the last Saturday was the first for a long period, which fail'd of bringing me a Letter from you, I should have been more anxious but then I received one from You on the Wednesday preceeding: You say so many handsome things to me regarding my Letters that you ought to fear making me vain. Since however we may appreciate the enconiums of the World the praises of those whom we Love, and esteem, are the more dangerous because we are led to believe them the most sincere. When I read in your Letter the communication made you by Dr. D. I drew a very different conclusion from it, from what he did. I believe the P. had some hint of the writer or certain peices and was led to make those inquiries respecting the master, and the pupil that he might the better Judge, whether the pupil was alone capable of writing them. I am much better pleasd that this should have been his object, than the appointment Mr. D. suggested have taken place. If I have pride, and Ambition. It would not have been gratified by that for instead of benefiting, or advancing our Son, it would have Created envy, injured him in his present prospect of increasing buisness and have been a feather whose point would have proved a sting. He has acquired to himself by his Writings his abilities and his general Character for information a Reputation which his enemies fear and which cannot be combated by any imputation upon his Life and manners. Americanus is so sensible of this that he thinks it better to appear upon Friendly terms that otherways. I wish I could impute to this Man any thing, but sinister views. The Two Gentleman were engaged in an Insurence cause before Referees lately,
There are new Rumours prevailing that Touloun is recaptured &c. It is said to be one of the enigmas of Pythagoris, "When the winds rise, worship the Echo," which has been thus interpreted: When rumours increase, and when their is abundance of Noise and Clamour, believe the second report. If Congress had attended to this, they would not have been sported with for their credulity.
You will be sick enough of politicks by next May I fancy to long after Your Rocks and Hills, and I shall be sick enough Hills and Rocks by that time to wish you joy of them, and that you may like Popes happy Man, be "Content to breath your Native Air, on your own Grounds." Those who can be usefull in all States, are compared to gentle streams, that not only glide through lonely valleys and forests, amidst the flocks and the Shepherds, but visit populous Towns in their course and are at once of ornament and use.
You hinted in a former Letter as tho a Friend of our was panting after something.
I wish he would seek the substance and no longer grasp a Shadow.
I most not close this Letter without informing you that our Parent remains much in the State as when I wrote last. Exhausted nature appears to be seeking repose
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