[dateline] Philadelphia January 22 1794
[salute] My dearest Friend
I am weary of this Scæne of Dulness. We have done nothing and Shall do nothing this
Session, which ought to be done, unless We Should appropriate a Sufficient Sum of
Money, for treating with the Algerines. We are afraid to go to War, though our Inclinations
and Dispositions are Strong enough to join the French Republicans. It is happy that
our Fears are a Check to our Resentments: and our Understandings are better than our
One Day Spent at home would afford me more inward Delight and Comfort than a Week
or a Winter in this Place.
We have frequent Rumours and Allarms about the yellow fever: but when they come to
be traced to their Sources they have hitherto proved to be false. There is one at
present in Circulation which is not quite cleared up, and the Weather is extreamly
warm, muggy foggy and unfavourable for the Season.
The River is open and some Say is never frozen over after this time. Others Say there
have been Instances in the last Week in January.
Thomas visits me of Evenings and We converse concerning Hampden and Faulkland, Charles
and Oliver Essex and Rupert of whose Characters and Conduct he reads every day in
I fear he makes too many Visits in Families where there are young Ladies. Time is
Spent and nothing learn’d. Pardon me,! Disciple of Woolstoncroft! I never relished
Conversations with Ladies accepting with one at a time and alone rather than in Company.
I liked not to loose my time.
I begin now to think All time lost, that is not employed in Farming. innocent, healthy
gay, elegant Amusement! enchanting Employment! how my Imagination roves over my rocky
Mountains and through my brushy Meadows!