Pray don’t forget to send some more shirts.
July 17, 1800.
I must again trouble my Dear Mother by requesting her to send on my
spotted muslin. A week from next Saturday I set out for Wiscassett, in
company with Uncle William and Aunt Porter. Uncle will fetch Ann[12] to
meet us there, and as she has some acquaintance there we shall stay some
time and aunt will leave us and return to Topsham; so long a visit in
Wiscassett will oblige me to muster all my muslins, for I am informed
they are so monstrous smart as to take no notice of any lady that can
condescend to wear a calico gown, therefore, dear mother, to ensure me a
favorable reception, pray send my spotted muslin by the next mail after
you receive this, or I shall be on my way to Wiscassett. I shall go on
horseback,—how I want my habit,—I wish it had not been so warm when I
left home and I should have worn it. I am in hopes you will find an
opportunity to send it by a private conveyance before I go, but my
muslin you must certainly send by the mail. Aunt Porter’s little Rufus
is very sick, poor child, he was born under an evil star. I believe
Pandora opened her box upon him when he first came into existence. The
mumps, I believe, now afflict him; night before last we were alarmed
about him for fear of his having the Quinsy, but I believe he is in no
danger of that now. I wish to hear from home very much.