December 15 1778
[salute] My dear Son
I have a very bad soar finger and it pains me to write, yet a few lines I must write
to my dear son to tell him that he is never forgotton by his Mamma, tho he does not
receive a Letter every time his pappa does.
Many Letters to and from you are lost I make no doubt or I should certainly hear oftner.
Barns by whom you say you wrote a very long Letter has not arrived and is supposed
to be lost or taken. The 27 of August is the Latest date I have received from your
pappa, and that was brought by Mr. Ingersol.
There is no present half so acceptable as Letters from my dear absent Friends. I long
for them with an impatience that I find difficult to restrain. You have been very
good in writing, but are not so perticular as I wish you was.
Your Sister and Brothers are well and have lately wrote to you,1
your Grandpapa and Grandmamma are well and desire to be rememberd to you. Let Stevens
know that his Friends are well, and that he has a son about 6 weeks old, suppose his
conscience will tell him who the Mother is.
Nothing New has taken place with us since the French Fleet saild, except a British
ship the Somerset, being wrecked upon the cape. The capt[ain] and most of the Men were saved and are prisoners. The Guns were saved and many other
It has been a very tempestous fall, many of the severest storms I ever knew, and a
very cold winter threatens us. The climate of France is more temperate than that of
America. Your sister longs to make a voyage there, if she was of the other sex I should
encourage her, and perhaps send her in the New frigate call'd the Alliance which will
bring this to you. Gen'll. Warrens son is Lieut. of Marines on Board, and I have heard
the Marquiss Fayet designs going home in her if he leaves America her Blessing will
for he is much Esteemed here, and may he reap in his own country the Lawrels he has
[salute] I am my dear Son with affection and regard your Mamma,
[signed] Abigail Adams