My Dearest Friend
I thank you for presenting a Barrell of Flour to my Mother, and wish you to do every Thing for her Comfort, that lies in your Power. My Duty to her. Ames is not here nor is any other Vessell bound to Boston. We shall send more Flour as soon as there is Opportunity.
I am glad to hear that at length after 5 or 6 Years meditation you have made your Visit to Mrs. Miller and Mrs. Vezey. I am afraid you did not at last carry Madam Apthorp to those places, as you ought to have done. We have had severe cold for a few Days: but it has since moderated and carried off the snow. Winter never Seems to be in earnest, when it comes so late.
Charles returnd yesterday to New York, and left me, more solitary, than he found me. I know not what Resolution to take about coming home. I fear, it will be expected of me that I stay till 4 March, waiting for Mr. Jays Dispatches and his Treaty -- not that I believe they will arrive so soon.
I wish I had an exact account of all the Voyages I have made between Harwich and Helvoet, and between Calais and Dover. The Voyage from New York to Providence last summer and from New Haven to New York last fall. Did ever any Man make so many uncomfortable Journeys and Voyages? They have been enough to kill any other Man for what I know certainly most other Men. But a kind laving grateful Country, is a sweet and ample Reward for all these Sufferings and services. You know how dearly she loves me, how kindly she treats me and how generously she rewards me.
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