John Adams to Abigail Adams

Yesterday We had a snow of two or three Inches deep only. I dined with Mrs. Powell who expresses still her usual high regard for you. I have written and sent Packetts to our sons by Mr Hall who sailed yesterday sails to day. I send you Randolphs Book—Mrs Powell calls it Randolphs Crimination not Vindication. It is a very weak thing—He has disclosed Secrets very dishonourably without any proper Motive. It is a Piece of Revenge against the President but for what Injury or Offence I cannot discover. if he had made out that the P. had prejudged his Case and that he ought not to have prejudged his Case what follows from thence? His Innocence? I think not. Fauchets dispatch is a silly think. His Logik is fetter for a Comedian than a Statesman. He charges all America with being Stockjobbes &c and imputes it all to Mr Hamiltons systems. strange nonsense.

The affair is all darkness.