My Dearest Friend
I received your Letters of Decbr. 31 and Jan'ry the 1st. I am sorry that it should fall to your Lot to nominate Col. Smith again, and that to a lower Grade than, as a Soldier he merrits. I think however that he was placed in a difficult Situation. If he had rejected the offer those who have stiled him a Jacobin would have attributed it to motives unfriendly to his Country, but as a Man particuliarly calculated far the Millitary department and having served his Country with honour and approbation in the Feild, he deserved [ . . . ] Higher Grade of Rank. The New modelling the Army [ . . . ] to reconcile him to the arrangment, but I think as an officer, he ought not to have submitted to the Nomination disgraced as he was by the Senate, some of whom I shall always remember for their consistancy, of conduct.
The Idea which prevails here, is that Hamilton will be first in command, as there is very little Idea that Washington will be any thing more than, Name as to actual Service, and I am told that it ill suits the N England Stomack. They say He is not a Native, and beside He has so damnd himself to everlasting Infamy, that He ought not to be Head of any thing. The Jacobins Hate him and the Federilists do not Love him. Serious people are mortified; and every Uriah must tremble for his Bathsheba; I do not consider G.W.
Since I wrote you last Mr. Smith has seen Capt. Jenkins. He informs him that Thomas [ . . . ] to him for a passage on Board his vessel, but captain [ . . . ] advised him not to come in her, Tho a fast Sailor she was a very wet Ship, and a winters passage in her would have been very uncomfortable. He went with Thomas to examine the vessels there and found the Alexander Hamilton Capt. Clark for N York in which he advised him to take passage as she was a good vessel and a Good captain. She was to sail in a few days after Capt. Jenkins.
It is now two Months since you left me, and two more I hope, will return you Here again.
Our General Court are in Session. We shall see the Govenours Speach in tomorrows paper I trust.
After the dismall cold week we have had, last night came a strong south wind and with out any rain; swept away all but our Banks, broke up the sleighing, and left half the ground bare.
We are all well, but your Brother who has his Eyes constantly Bad one bunch gathering after an other. I am really affraid he will be Blind. He is too inattentive to the concequences.
I cannot write to day to William.
I send you a Green House.
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