| my dear Nephew | 26 December 1797 |
I received by the last post your kind Letter and the poem of Mrs
Mortens which the President had received a few days before from the Author “for the
beloved President of a Free and enlightned people, the following poem is gratefully and
Respectfully offerd, by the Author” I would fain flatter myself that the fair Authoriss
did not take a poetic lisence in this Sentance; I Send you in return Erskine Speeches on
the trial of Thomas Williams for publishing the Age of reason and Giffords Letter to
Erskine. I like Mr Erskines Religious Sentiments much better than his politicks in the
former he is a very good Christian. in the latter a very \great/ Heritic,
Gifford has proved himself a much more enlightned Politician, and places Erskine
intirely in the back ground. I have lately been reading Letters of a Lady written in
France during a residence there in the years 92 93 94 95 prepared for the press by this
Same Mr Gifford they are admirably well written and corrobarate the facts which we
received from other pens of most of the Horrours which Stain this unparaleld Revolution
in France intersperced with Sentiments and reflections which do honour to the Head and
heart of the writer. What is to be the fate of that devoted Nation no Humane foresight
can determine. a more despotic act was never perpretrated by the most absolute of
Tyrants than banishing untried Such a number of citizens Legislators, I can not describe
my Sentiments on this Subject better than quoting the Sentiments words of
this Lady in her Letter of June 3 1794 before the Death of Robespierre. The individual
sufferings of the French may perhaps yet admit of increase but their Humiliation as a
people can go no further; and if it were not certain that the acts of the government are
congenial to its principles one might Suppose this tyranny a moral experiment on the
extent of human endurance than a political System, The late tyrannical of
mandates of the Directory, Shew the weakness and instability of a form of government
which is incapable of resisting opposition, and which knows no medium between yealding
to its adversaries, or destroying them, force alone is Law.
I would Send you Porcupine papers sometimes if you do not see them. he is frantick with joy and exultation just now for the victory obtaind by Admiral Duncan over the Dutch, he crows and claps his wings and says the English ought to have blown them all up. a good Haunch of a fat Dutchman would be worth more than the whole Body of a San cullot, he is a Sad dog, but his wit is without Malice, tho he frequently decends to Black guardism.
When you go to Atkinson do you write a Letter to mrs Smith & tell her how her sons are. She will receive it very friendly of you. cover it to me and I will forward it. Johnson kept Sabbeth with me & went off on Tuesday last for George Town. write me again, and I will not omit replying to you. you mend in your Hand. your uncle says you will do very well in time. adieu your affectionate
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