[dateline] Boston May 12. 1774
[salute] My Dear
I am extreamly afflicted with the Relation your Father gave me, of the Return of your
Disorder. I fear you have taken some Cold; We have had a most pernicious Air, a great
Part of this Spring. I am sure I have Reason to remember it—my Cold is the most obstinate
and threatning one, I ever had in my Life: However, I am unwearied in my Endeavours
to subdue it, and have the Pleasure to think I have had some Success. I rise at 5,
walk 3 Miles, keep the Air all day and walk again in the Afternoon. These Walks have
done me more good than any Thing, tho I have been constantly plied with Teas, and
My own Infirmities, the Account of the Return of yours, and the public News coming
alltogether have put my Utmost Phylosophy to the Tryal.2
We live my dear Soul, in an Age of Tryal. What will be the Consequence I know not.
The Town of Boston, for ought I can see, must suffer Martyrdom: It must expire: And
our principal Consolation is, that it dies in a noble Cause. The Cause of Truth, of
Virtue, of Liberty and of Humanity: and that it will probably have a glorious Reformation,
to greater Wealth, Splendor and Power than ever.
Let me know what is best for us to do. It is expensive keeping a Family here. And
there is no Prospect of any Business in my Way in this Town this whole Summer. I dont
receive a shilling a Week.
We must contrive as many Ways as we can, to save Expences, for We may have Calls to
contribute, very largely in Proportion to our Circumstances, to prevent other very
honest, worthy People from suffering for Want, besides our own Loss in Point of Business
Dont imagine from all this that I am in the Dumps. Far otherwise. I can truly say,
that I have felt more Spirits and Activity, since the Arrival of this News, than I
had done before for years. I look upon this, as the last Effort of Lord Norths Despair.
And he will as surely be defeated in it, as he was in the Project of the Tea.—I am,
with great Anxiety for your Health your