|My dear Brother.||London April 10. 1796|
Since I wrote you last (by Mr: Erving) I have received under cover from you a letter from the Minister Noel, but with nothing more than the date of its enclosure from yourself. This circumstance increases the anxiety on account of your health that I felt before, and although I have a letter from Mr: Bourne of the 1st: instt. which says you had almost entirely recovered, I am yet not without uneasiness.
I have already sent to the place indicated by Mr: Noel, in order to execute his commission, but the person to whom his enclosed Letter was directed no longer lives at the place of its address, having removed some miles out of Town. This will deprive me of the opportunity of sending the things at present, but you will wish my best compliments to the citizen Minister, assure him that I shall take the earliest opportunity to procure the things, and to forward or bring them according to his request.
I should have begun by mentioning that the bearer is Dr: Romayne, one of our fellow-citizens from New. York, a Gentleman for whom I entertain a great regard, and for whom I request any civilities, it may be in your power to shew him.
The accounts from America, are as late as the 1st: of March. Nothing particular. I have no letters later than January myself.
There are great complaints here of distress among the merchants for want of money. I suppose there will soon be some great failures. The stocks are falling. So is the price of grain & flour. As to these last articles either the present abundance or the late scarcity, must be artificial.
I am still pinioned; but as you know I am never inclined to be peevish or fretful, I bear my detention with all my customary philosophical indifference. As it regards my personal convenience, I spend my time pleasantly enough, certainly with a more extensive sociality than I should at the Hague.—But my studies!—my business!—my brother!—they are susceptible of no substitutes; and the idea of your illness, alone in the midst of strangers sharpens my impatience to vexation. But the moment when I am boasting of my philosophy, is not a decent one for losing my temper, and the best thing I can now do, is to add the assurance of invariable affection from your brother.
John Q. Adams