LONDON, February 11, 1766

MY DEAR FRIEND: I received two days ago your letter of the 25th past; and

your former, which you mention in it, but ten days ago; this may easily

be accounted for from the badness of the weather, and consequently of the

roads. I hardly remember so severe a win ter; it has occasioned many

illnesses here. I am sure it pinched my crazy carcass so much that, about

three weeks ago, I was obliged to be let blood twice in four days, which

I found afterward was very necessary, by the relief it gave to my head

and to the rheumatic pains in my limbs; and from the execrable kind of

blood which I lost.

Perhaps you expect from me a particular account of the present state of

affairs here; but if you do you will be disappointed; for no man living

(and I still less than anyone) knows what it is; it varies, not only

daily, but hourly.

Most people think, and I among the rest, that the date of the present

Ministers is pretty near out; but how soon we are to have a new style,

God knows. This, however, is certain, that the Ministers had a contested

election in the House of Commons, and got it but by eleven votes; too

small a majority to carry anything; the next day they lost a question in

the House of Lords, by three. The question in the House of Lords was, to

enforce the execution of the Stamp-act in the colonies ‘vi et armis’.

What conclusions you will draw from these premises, I do not know; but I

protest I draw none; but only stare at the present undecipherable state

of affairs, which, in fifty years’ experience, I have never seen anything

like. The Stamp-act has proved a most pernicious measure; for, whether it

is repealed or not, which is still very doubtful, it has given such

terror to the Americans, that our trade with them will not be, for some

years, what it used to be; and great numbers of our manufacturers at home

will be turned a starving for want of that employment which our very

profitable trade to America found them: and hunger is always the cause of

tumults and sedition.

As you have escaped a fit of the gout in this severe cold weather, it is

to be hoped you may be entirely free from it, till next winter at least.

P. S. Lord having parted with his wife, now, keeps another w---e, at a

great expense. I fear he is totally undone.

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