[dateline] Philadelphia, November 18, 1794.
[salute] My Dear Daughter:
After a journey without any accident, I arrived here, in good health, the Friday night
after I left you, and went into lodgings, which I did not find convenient, and the
next morning removed to Francis’s hotel, where I have good accommodations, with company
I forgot to thank you for your kind present of patriotic manufacture; but I own I
am not, at my age, so great an enthusiast, as to wear with much pride, these coarse
homely fabrics. I was once proud of an homespun camblet cloak, and used to go to meeting
in it, at Dr. Cooper’s tasty Society; but I own I was not sorry when a thief, by stealing
it, furnished me with an excuse for wearing it no more.1
Those times were very different from these. My Hartford present of Connecticut broadcloth,
I could not long endure;2
and the New-York cotton is not yet made up. I am not the less obliged to you, however.
I have not yet heard whether your brother has returned from his visit to Steuben.
Colonel Smith is well. My love to William and John—give them a kiss for me, and present
them with the blessing of their / Affectionate grandfather,
Your mamma, on the 10th of November, went to Haverhill, on a visit to your unfortunate and afflicted aunt.