[dateline] October 6 [i.e. 5]. 1777. Sunday1
[salute] Dearest Friend
I know not where to direct to you, but hope you are secure. Tis said in some part
of the Jersies, but I know this only from report. I sent to Town yesterday (saturday)
but the Post did not get in till the person by whom I sent came out of Town. I could
not rest but sent again this morning. The Post came but brought no Letters for me,
and but two for any person that I could learn, and no late intelligence.
To the removal of congress I attribute my not hearing, but I never was more anxious
to hear. I want to know every movement of the Armies. Mr. Niles by whom I send this
sets of tomorrow and promisses to find you and deliver this into your Hand. I doubt
not you will let me hear from you by the first conveyance. Tell me where you are,
how you are situated and how you do? Whether your spirits are good, and what you think
of the present state of our Arms. Will Mr. How get possession of the city? Tis a day
of doubtfull expectation, Heaven only knows our destiny. I observe often in the account
of actions that our Men are sometimes obliged to retreat for want of ammunition, their
cartridges are spent. How is this? Is it good Generalship. We never hear of that complaint
in the regular Army.—There is a private expedition tis said. The Troops have all marched
last monday. I own I have no great faith in it. I wish it may succeed better than
No News of any importance from the Northward; I long for spirited exertions every
where. I want some grand important actions to take place. We have both armies from
their Shipping. Tis what we have long sought for, now is the important Day; Heaven
seems to have granted us our desire, may it also direct us to improve it aright.
We are all well. I write nothing of any importance, till I know where you are, and
how to convey to you. Believe me at all times unalterably yours—yours.