My dearest Friend
I know not how to throw off, the Lassitude that hangs upon me. Weary of a daily round, which to me is more confined and more insipid than to any other, I would gladly go home: but at a time So critical as this, it would not be justifiable, to quit my Post If there were no particular Reasons against it. But as The Senate is nearly divided in all great questions, and the President pro tem, has lately taken it in his head to Shift his Box, my retirement would give an entire new Complexion to the Government. This Circumstance however must not be repeated from me: but it is true.
Great Pains have been and Still are taken to inflame the Populace of Philadelphia and New York, and they have no Method to correct this heat by a Town Meeting and by the temperate Reasonings of the Soundest Part of the Community, as they have at Boston: the Consequence of which is that Clubb meets to countract Clubb, Merchants to undo what Merchants or pretended Merchants have done, and the public Opinion Is a Chaos, a Proteus any Thing every Thing and nothing. Yet all Sides trumpet and dogmatize about the public opinion.
If the New England People Suffer themselves to be artfully drawn into a War, they will be Dupes indeed, for all the Men and most of the Money must be forced from them, and while others, will throw off the Burden of British Debts, and obtain all the Advantages of Fur and Petry Trades and Western Lands, We have not the smallest Thing to hope unless it be by Privateering, and such is now the tremendous Naval Superiority against Us that We shall loose more than gain by that.
Raynal prayed that rather than lien should always be Knaves and Fools, the Species might be annihilated. At present it seems in a fair way to be so. I love them too well with all their faults to be glad to see their present rapid Progress towards destruction. All that I have and all that I am would I chearfully give to prevent it. But I see no means. Havock must have Its perfect work and then Eyes will begin to open.
It is some relief against Melancholly to laugh: and Libells themselves evil as they are have their Uses. The Inclosed from New York may divert you and the more because so because you are a stranger as well as I to most of the Characters. The Patriots in New York should seem to be at least as pure Characters as those at Boston, if the Poem is not more fiction.
I have some hopes that your next Letter will inform me my Mother is better.
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