|My Dearest Friend||April 24. 1796|
I have recd in your favour of 15. an entertaining Account of Vortigern and Rowena.
Our Waggon is mired, to the Axletree in a Bog, and unable to advance or retreat. The People only can draw it out: but whether it will be backwards or forwards I know not. The Horses upon Portland Still employed to draw up Hill are so equally matched with the Load and those before that the Wheels can roll neither up nor down. Pegg’d like Ariel in a rifted Oak, We can only Sprawl in the Air with our Arms and leggs, like Ariel, and fill the Atmosphere with our Cries & Clamours.
I forgot to mention, the young Mens Land. I must have it—I always understood there were but Eleven Acres. The Price is exorbitant—But pray the Dr to make the best bargain he can and finish the Business. I mean the Land of the young Haydens.
The charming Letter from our son I return. I know very well all his Meaning.—He will see Mankind in his Youth.
I am, with Attachment and Wishes and / affections unalterable
Yours of the 18 reached me in four days. i.e. on the 22d.
I know your Difficulties—I like Billings and wish him engaged—Copeland I am indifferent about—He is not a Man to my Mind. I mean to do very little at farming—I will let out On shares all I have next year.
I see no Prospect of leaving this City before the fifth or Sixth of June.—Obstinacy must be resisted with rational firmness & steadiness.