Sunday, 6 October, 1777.
I know not where to direct to you, but hope you are secure; 't is said
in some part of the Jerseys, but I know this only from report. I sent to
town yesterday, but the post did not get in before the person whom I
sent came out of town. I could not rest, but sent again this morning.
The post came but brought no letters for me, and but two for any person
that I could learn, and no late intelligence.
To the removal of the Congress I attribute my not hearing, but I never
was more anxious to hear. I want to know every movement of the armies.
Mr. Niles, by whom I send this, sets off to-morrow and promises to find
you and deliver this into your hand. I doubt not you will let me hear
from you by the first conveyance. Tell me where you are, how you are
situated, and how you do. Whether your spirits are good, and what you
think of the present state of our arms. Will Mr. Howe get possession of
the city? 'T is a day of doubtful expectation. Heaven only knows our
destiny. I observe often in the account of actions that our men are
obliged to retreat for want of ammunition. Their cartridges are spent.
How is this? Is it good generalship? We never hear of that complaint in
the regular army.
There is a private expedition, 't is said. The troops have all marched
last Monday. I own I have no great faith in it. I wish it may succeed
better than I apprehend.
No news of any importance from the northward. I long for spirited
exertions everywhere. I want some grand, important actions to take
place. We have both armies from their shipping. 'T is what we have long
sought for. Now is the important day. Heaven seems to have granted us
our desire. May it also direct us to improve it aright.
We are all well. I write nothing of any importance till I know where you
are and how to convey to you.