Abigail Adams to John Adams

The day I wrote you last, I received your Letter written at N york, neither of my Neighbours Blacks or Beals went yesterday to Town, so that if any Letters came by Saturdays post, I must wait till Thursday for them which I do not so well like. I should like you to write me by the Wednesday post, then I should get my Letters of a thursday,

The account you gave me of Charles Situation, and increasing buisness was very agreable to m,. You did not mention Sally, Gentlemen are not half [. . .] particular as the Ladies are in their details. I recollect when C L was minister for foreign affairs, he found fault because you was not minute enough in your description of the looks, behaviour &c of those with whom your buisness connected you, accordinly in a Journal you sent, you related some conversation & Speaches, and even handing madam Lu Comtess, to Table. I cannot but figure to myself how immoveable and like the Marble Medallion you ought to keep your countanance whilst differing parties address you, the Speach of B – in support of Ms Motion, which the centinal informs us Bache has retail,d must have been one trial amongst many others, is your Senate Chamber crowded? parkers politeness is execrated, it is impossible for the president to have given a severer rebuke to the Jacobins than he has done, by the particular detail of the flourishing & prosperous State of our Country.

To virtue only, and her Friends a Friend

Faction beside, may Murmur, or commend

Know all the distant Din, that Fiend can keep

Roll,s over Mount Vernon & but; Sooths my Sleep

those Lines of Pope occurd to me upon reading the Speach fraught with so much benevolence, after all the abuse and Scurility so wantonly display’d by, a decaying dying dying Junto, as I hope they now are, Symptoms of Mortality appear in all their Limbs.

I suppose you take Bache [. . .] paper upon the same principal that you wanted the Chronical, and as their is no Wife to prevent it, I should likee to see Butlers Speach, pray inclose it to me, are the reflections upon Peace by Madam De Stael, to be had here? if so be so kind as to send them—

our people began the buisness you mentiond, but were driven of by bad weather, we are like to have Snow enough,

adieu ever ever yours