I received your very agreeable letter by Mr. Marston, and have received
two others, which gave me much pleasure. I have wrote several letters,
but whether they have reached you I know not. There is so much rascality
in the management of letters now come in fashion, that I am determined
to write nothing of consequence, not even to the friend of my bosom, but
by conveyances which I can be sure of. The proceedings of the Congress
are all a profound secret as yet, except two votes which were passed
yesterday, and ordered to be printed. You will see them from every
quarter. These votes were passed in full Congress with perfect
unanimity. The esteem, the affection, the admiration for the people of
Boston and the Massachusetts which were expressed yesterday, and the
fixed determination that they should be supported, were enough to melt a
heart of stone. I saw the tears gush into the eyes of the old grave
pacific Quakers of Pennsylvania. You cannot conceive, my dear, the hurry
of business, visits, ceremonies, which we are obliged to go through.
We have a delicate course to steer between too much activity and too
much insensibility in our critical, interested situation. I flatter
myself, however, that we shall conduct ourselves in such a manner as to
merit the approbation of our country. It has taken us much time to get
acquainted with the tempers, views, characters, and designs of persons,
and to let them into the circumstances of our province. My dear, do
entreat every friend I have to write me. Every line which comes from our
friends is greedily inquired after, and our letters have done us vast
service. Middlesex and Suffolk have acquired unbounded honor here.
There is no idea of submission here in anybody's head.
Thank my dear Nabby[56] for her letter. Tell her it has given me great
spirit. Kiss all my sweet ones for me.
Adieu.