[dateline] Monday eve—Weymouth April 9. 1764
[salute] Dear Unkle
I suppose you have written to me, tho I have not received it, for Mr. Ayers left his
pocket Book with the Letters at Roxbury. However full
{ 21 } in the Faith that I have a Letter there, I return you my thanks for it.
We are all very sollicitious to hear from you; Brother has they tell us two eruptions;
upon which I congratulate him. I hear also that he is in high Spirits, and more agreeable
than ever he was. This cannot arise from the Distemper, it must certainly be oweing
to the virtue and example of his Companion—for if Evil communications corrupt good
Manners, why may not those which are virtuous, have as great a tendency to inlighten
the Mind and rectify the Manners?
Your Letters for Mr. Adams
1 I had the curiosity to unfold (he serves me so sometimes) But was sufficiently satisfied.
You blew up a train of Ideas—not very delicate ones I assure you. What a Scene did
you paint? The thought of it makes me Squemish. Mr. Adams returnd from Plymouth a
fryday, and a Saturday morning—left Weymouth, to see it no more for these 5 weeks,
this Day received a line, wherein he informs me that he took his Vomit a Sunday morning;
and his pill as you directed—follows your prescriptions also in Diet—and experiences
the Truth of your observation. Says he never felt a clearer head, or a neater flow
of Spirits than at present—desires me to inform you that he with his Brother design
for Boston next fryday—that he should be obliged if you would engage Doctor Perkins—and
also write him word whether Mrs. Lefebure can accommodate him and his Brother, (without
any damage to you) in case of Need, for his Unkle has written him word that
he has engaged to take in Deacon Palmers Children, and that he must bring a Bed. He
has returnd him word, that he cannot carry one, and if his unkle cannot procure him
one, he must look out elsewhere. He has not received an answer yet, but expects to
hear to Night, if you can write by Mr. Ayers you will greatly oblige him.
Your Friends here want to see you; and long for the time of your return. My Aunt writes
so I need say nothing more about her, than that she perseveres in the way of well
doing. My Mother
2 makes bugbears sometimes, and then seems uneasy because I will not be scared by them.
I tell her we ought to conclude that you are comfortable, and that I cannot distress
my self about you.
“He who directed and dispenced the past
O'er rules the present, and shall guide the last.”
Tis Bed time, even my Bed time, I therefore wish you a good Nights rest, and the continuance
of your Spirits—and a safe return is also wished you By your affectionate Niece,