|my Dearest Friend||Quincy April 6 1797|
I received an hour ago your Letters of the 22d and 27th. I have been anxious enough for you since I saw the proclamation, I advised you to take for your cough Rhubarb & calomil. do not omit it. but take it immediatly. it will Serve you for the complaint which usually afflicts you in the Spring as well as for your cough, I will obey the Summons as soon as possible but there are many arrangements to make, or deliver all up to destruction, at once, I shall endeavour to send mrs Brisler on first by the Stage with her Children, I will see her tomorrow, and consult with her about it, I must find a Family which I can place here.
I expected you would find every thing in disorder . tho not so bad —I have as I wrote you had
three hundred Dollors of Gen,ll Lincoln for the
mentiond, and one Hundred more I was obliged to take, to enable me
to pay my Laboure[rs] as I went on: O I had got a going so cleverly. Billings will
compleat his circle of Wall in two days more. and it is a Beauty, Shuts [us] in the
Garden, and Tirril and Bracket have been carting manure & plowing, I had employd
Pratt to compleat and finish a cart begun by Billings. it is done and painted, I had got
new ploughs and tools and a Man to come next week for the season, I expected to have got
all things in order for your reception when you should be able to return to the
Domestick joys of peace Feild.
All these pleasing Ideas must Yeald to new arrangements, I will do the best I can and come as soon as I can—I write this now only to assure you that I shall tomorrow take some measures for executing the System proposed.
Yours most affectionatly,
I hope to get this Letter in early enough for the post. I have been in Bed it is true but the multitude of my Thoughts have allowd me but a Small portion of Sleep, I am determined to feel as little despondency as possible—the Situation of poor Mary Smith dejects all our Spirits. I do not know by Your Letter whether to send on all my domesticks or whether I may hope to return in the summer this is a very incoherent jumble,
I will write again when my thoughts are more collected two days past have been very oppressive with heat. I am told that most minds are prepared for any measure consistant with the honour and Dignity of the Country, that they have not a mind like [. . . .] Asses to crouch beneath two burdens—