134. ABIGAIL ADAMS.

Boston, 25 August, 1776.

I sent Johnny[154] last evening to the post-office for letters. He soon

returned, and pulling one from under his gown gave it me. The young

rogue, smiling and watching mamma's countenance, draws out another and

then another, highly gratified to think he had so many presents to

bestow.

I took the liberty of sending my compliments to General Lincoln, and

asking him some questions which you proposed to me, but which I was

totally unable to answer,[155] and he has promised a particular reply to

them.

As to provisions, there is no scarcity. 'Tis true they are high, but

that is more owing to the advanced price of labor than the scarcity.

English goods of every kind are not purchasable, at least by me. They

are extravagantly high. West India goods articles are very high, all

except sugars, which have fallen half since I came into town. Our New

England rum is four shillings per gallon; molasses the same price; loaf

sugar two and fourpence; cotton-wool four shillings per pound; sheep's

wool two shillings; flax one and sixpence. In short, one hundred pounds

two years ago would purchase more than two will now.

House rent in this town is very low. Some of the best and genteelest

houses rent for twenty pounds a year. Ben Hallowell's has been offered

for ten, and Mr. Chardon's for thirteen pounds six shillings and eight

pence.

The privateer _Independence_, which sailed from Plymouth about three

weeks ago, has taken a Jamaica man laden with sugars, and sent her into

Marblehead last Saturday. I hear the _Defence_ has taken another. I

think we make a fine haul of prizes.

Colonel Quincy desires me to ask you whether you have received a letter

from him; he wrote you some time ago.

I like Dr. Franklin's device for a seal. It is such a one as will please

most; at least it will be most agreeable to the spirit of New

England.[156]

We have not any news here--anxiously waiting the event, and in daily

expectation of hearing tidings from New York. Heaven grant they may be

glorious for our country and countrymen. Then will I glory in being an

American. Ever, Ever yours,

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