My dearest Friend
I write you by every Post. If the Letters come but once a Week, that must be owing to the Arrangements in the office. On the 4th. I inclosed you a Post note for 600.
I am not inquisitive to learn, what Criticisms are made, upon my little harrangues, from any other motive than a desire to know whether any offence was taken or whether any Satisfaction was shewn, and whether my avowed Principles and designs were approved. I have received Some rapturous Letters of Panegyrick far beyond the merit.
The Times are critical and dangerous, and I must have you here to assist me. Pray prevail with Mears if you can. But leave it at all Events. The Plate had better be deposited with Dr. Tufts I believe. You may send my Black Cloaths and Velvet Suits on if you please.
The Sec. at War calls upon Business.