My dearest Friend
I have this morning recd. your kind Letters of 10 [Abigail to John, 10 May 1794] and 11th of May. You mention Land bought by Dr. Phipps which you had mentioned to me: but I have not recd. any Letter from you which hinted at any Land. By this I fear I lost a Letter last monday by some fault in the Post. However I want no more land at present.
A Pew I should like to have, and a double one too if possible. I shall leave you and my Brother to continue the Business as well as you can.
The Weather is at least as dry here as with you. The Seasons of Rain seem to be past. Such a Succession of dry Years, no man remembers.
My honoured Mother, I fear, will not Stay with Us long. Dr. Welsh writes me discouragingly about her. My Duty to her.
The Joke about V. Presidency is but a Joke, I believe. The Man was tickled with his Pro ternship, but I dont credit the other Insinuation. He has not been so steady, however this session, as usual..
My Brother will not vote for War, I hope before it is necessary, as well as just. Great is the Guilt of unnecessary War.
I cannot expect with any Confidence to see you before the 10th of June. I will sooner if I can.
I lament the Death of a promising, ingenious Youth in Dr. Bracket: My Uncle Howard was a shock of Corn fully ripe. My Aunt and my Mother must soon be gathered. And then there will be no body before me.
The World is a Riddle, which Death, I hope will unravel. Amidst all the Tryals I have gone through I have much to be grateful for good Parents, an excellent Wife, and promising Children - tolerable Health upon the whole and competent future. Success, almost without Example, in a dangerous dreadful Revolution, and still hopes of better Times.
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