In this beautiful month, when nature wears her gayest garb, and animal
and vegetable life is diffused on every side, when the cheerful hand of
industry is laying a foundation for a plentiful harvest, who can forbear
to rejoice in the season, or refrain from looking "through nature up to
nature's God;"
"To feel the present Deity, and taste
The joy of God, to see a happy world."
While my heart expands, it, sighing, seeks its associate, and joins its
first parent in that beautiful description of Milton:--
"Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun,
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful Evening mild; then silent Night
With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun
On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers;
Nor grateful Evening mild; nor silent Night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,
Or glittering starlight, _without thee is sweet_."
This passage has double charms for me, painted by the hand of truth; and
for the same reason that a dear friend of mine, after having viewed a
profusion of beautiful pictures, pronounced that which represented the
parting of Hector and Andromache to be worth them all. The journal in
which this is mentioned does not add any reason why it was so; but
Portia felt its full force, and paid a grateful tear to the
acknowledgment.
This day, my dear friend, completes eight months since the date of your
last letter, and five since it was received. You may judge of my
anxiety. I doubt not but you have written many times since, but Mars,
Bellona, and Old Neptune are in league against me. I think you must
still be in Holland, from whence no vessels have arrived since the
declaration of war. There are some late arrivals from France, but no
private letters. I have had the pleasure of hearing of the safety of
several vessels which went from hence, by which I wrote to you, so that
I have reason to think I have communicated pleasure, though I have not
been a partaker in the same way.
This will be delivered to you by Mr. Storer, who is going first to
Denmark, and who designs to tarry abroad some time. If you had been a
resident in your own country, it would have been needless for me to have
told you that Mr. Storer is a gentleman of fair character, I need not
add, of amiable manners, as these are so discoverable in him upon the
slightest acquaintance.
We are anxiously waiting for intelligence from abroad. We shall have in
the field a more respectable army than has appeared there since the
commencement of the war; and all raised for three years or during the
war, most of them men who have served before. The towns have exerted
themselves upon this occasion with a spirit becoming patriots.
We wish for a naval force, superior to what we have yet had, to act in
concert with our army. We have been flattered from day to day, yet none
has arrived. The enemy exults in the delay, and is improving the time to
ravage Carolina and Virginia.
We hardly know what to expect from the United Provinces, because we are
not fully informed of their disposition. Britain has struck a blow, by
the capture of Eustatia, sufficient to arouse and unite them against
her, if there still exists that spirit of liberty which shone so
conspicuous in their ancestors, and which, under much greater
difficulties, led their hardy forefathers to reject the tyranny of
Philip. I wish your powers may extend to an alliance with them, and that
you may be as successful against the artifices of Britain as a former
ambassador was against those of another nation, when he negotiated a
triple alliance in the course of five days, with an address which has
ever done honor to his memory. If I was not so nearly connected, I
should add that there is no small similarity in the character of my
friend and the gentleman, whose memoirs I have read with great pleasure.
Our State affairs I will write you, if the vessel does not sail till
after election. Our friend Mr. Cranch goes from here representative, by
a unanimous vote. Dr. Tufts, of Weymouth, is chosen senator. Our
Governor and Lieutenant-governor, as at the beginning. Our poor old
currency is breathing its last gasp. It received a most fatal wound from
a collection of near the whole body's entering here from the southward;
having been informed that it was treated here with more respect, and
that it could purchase a solid and durable dress here for seventy-five
paper dollars, but half the expense it must be at there, it travelled
here with its whole train; and, being much debauched in its manners,
communicated the contagion all of a sudden, and is universally rejected.
It has given us a great shock. Mr. Storer can give you more information.
I have by two or three opportunities acquainted you that I received the
calicoes you ordered for me, by Sampson, though many of them were much
injured by being wet. I have not got my things yet from Philadelphia. I
have acquainted you with my misfortune there, owing to the bad package.
I have no invoice or letter from Mr. Moylan, though I have reason to
think many things have been stolen, as all Dr. Tufts's are missing, and
several of mine, according to Mr. Lovell's invoice, who was obliged to
unpack what remained and dry them by a fire, most of them much damaged.
To my dear sons I shall write by this opportunity. I have not received a
line from them for this twelvemonth. I hope they continue to behave
worthy the esteem of everybody, which will never fail to communicate the
greatest pleasure to their affectionate parents. I inclosed an invoice
of a few articles by Captain Brown. I will repeat it here. Everything in
the goods way will be an acceptable remittance to