|My Dearest Friend||Quincy Jan’ry 15th 1796|
Thursday post did not bring me one Single Letter from you; tis true I had no reason to complain on the Score of inattention, as the week before I had four Letters but I suppose that I had Letters. and that the blundering Blockhead of a post either left them in Town, or has carried them to Barnestable as he did once before; we have got a new post, one of your under bidders, who cannot read the direction upon his papers: Such kind of people as want the Reigns of Government, I had a Letter last week from mrs Smith informing me that her Children were Sick with the Measels I hope to hear soon from her again, tis a very bad disorder–
So poor Tom Paine is gone to see whether there is any State besides the present, Heaven be praisd that he is gone there, instead of comeing to America, "If plagues and Earthquakes break not heavens design Why then a Paine or Jacobine?"
He was an instrument of much mischief, the Virginians are a very
mad people, they will neither believe in the experience of those States which have been
obliged to change from a single Assembly, to a balanced goverment, nor in the Host of
departed Spirits who cry alloud to them from the Golgotha of their Allies, in every
State they will find some as discontented and as
mischifeous mischievous as
themselves, I was told last week, that the reputed Cato of plimouth openly declares his
dislike to the constitution, and wants to have a Single assembly, when such Men as he,
Men of experience, Men who have borne a part in one revolution and who call themselves
Lovers of Liberty, profess pure and disinterested principles, come forward &
hold Such Sentiments what are we to think? can we suppose that they were ever Sincere?
or shall we say with the Tenth Muse Guillotina
"These are the Men who fiercly burn
Your Constitution to overturn
To blast the Sages of your Choice
They weild the pen, and ply the voice."
The lines which describe the plimouth Boys will never be forgiven,
if their Malice was not impotent. they would raise a Rebellion, I feel both pity and
contempt for them, as to Jonathan Pindars [. . .] vice, I had a hearty laugh at it,
who was at a misirable Shift, when he could find
nothing to ridicule but a poor Cast Wigg, which was a Singularity in no other place than
the contracted Span of a few States whose climate is Hot for the Heads of
its inhabitants, I pray you would give Judge Cushing a Hint, for in the Minds of Some of
the Southern Gentry, his Wig will be a greater objection to his perferment, than all the
Madness & folly, to say no worse, of a Rutledge
We have had an other Ship wreck, in the last week, Captain Barns in the Ship Industry from London was cast away upon cape Ann & every Soul on Board perish’d, the Captain chest & the Log Book was wash’d on shore by which the loss was discoverd, the Gale of wind blew only a few hours, we have not had one Severe Snow storm, yet more losses upon our coast than usual, I believe Captains grow more ventersome & dairing, if there were any Letters from our Sons they are all gone, I know not where to write to them, I long to hear of & from them.
Is the Treaty arrived as report says?
our Governour makes his Speach on tuesday next so that I cannot send by this post, I have not got any Letters from you this week, I do not doubt you have written, but the post office, or post has not done its duty, I write once a week, but have so little to entertain you with, that I feel Sick of my Letter when I have written it, your Mother was here yesterday and is well for her, she sends her Love to you.
My Health has been better than the last winter, I saw Mrs Brisler
yesterday She went to Boston, She and Family were well, poor Arnold has been Sick of a
plurisy fever & his Life despaired of for near a week, polly watchd with him
last night, he is rather better, we have not had any meeting for two Sabbeths, Baxter
who is one of the Comittee Says we have no occasion for preaching in the Winter, I hope
he does not imbibe the sentiment from his Minister, Remember
me to all
inquiring Friends your affectionate