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How are you all this morning ? Sick, weak, faint, in pain, or pretty well recovered ? By this time, you are well acquainted with the small pox. Pray, how do you like it ?
We have no news. It is very hard that half a dozen or half a score armies can't supply us with news. We have a famine, a perfect dearth of this necessary article. I am, at this present writing, perplexed and plagued with two knotty problems in politics. You love to pick a political bone. So I will even throw it to you.
If a confederation should take place, one great question is, how we shall vote. Whether each colony shall count one ? or whether each shall have a weight in proportion to its number, or wealth, or exports and imports, or a compound ratio of all ? Another is, whether Congress shall have authority to limit the dimensions of each colony, to prevent those, which claim by charter, or proclamation, or commission to the south sea, from growing too great and powerful, so as to be dangerous to the rest ?
Shall I write you a sheet upon each of these questions ? When you are well enough to read, and I can find leisure enough to write, perhaps I may.
Gerry carried with him a canister for you. But he is an old bachelor, and what is worse, a politician, and what is worse still, a^kind of soldier, so that I sup pose he will have so much curiosity to see armies and fortifications, and assemblies, that you will lose many a fine breakfast at a time when you want them most.
Tell Betsey that this same Gerry is such another as herself, sex cxccptcd. How is my brother and friend Cranch ? How is his other self and their little selves, and ours ? Don't be in the dumps, above all
things. I am hard put to it to keep out of them, when I look at borne. But I will be gay if I can.