John Adams Letters document,


The Hague, 26 July, 1784.


YOUR letter of the 23d Has made me the happiest man upon earth. I am twenty years younger than I was yesterday. It is a cruel mortification to me that I cannot go to meet you in London, but there are a variety of reasons decisive against it, which I wilt communicate to you here. Meantime I send you a son who is the greatest traveller of his age, and with out partiality, I think, as promising and manly a youth as is in the whole world. He will purchase a coach, in which we four must travel to Paris. Let it be large and strong, with an imperial and accommodations for travelling. I wish you to see the Hague before you go to France. The season is beautiful both here and in England. The journey here will be pleasant, excepting an hour or two of sea-sickness between Harwich and Helvoetsluys. You may come conveniently with your two children and your maid in the coach, and your man may ride on horseback or in the stage coach.

I can give you no counsel about clothes. Mr. Puller will furnish the money you want upon your order or receipt. Expenses I know, will be high, but they must be borne, and as to clothes for yourself and daughter, I beg you to do what is proper, let the expense be what it may. Every hour to me will be a day, but don t you hurry or fatigue or disquiet your self upon the journey. Be careful of your health. After spending a week or two here, you will have to set out with me to France, but there are no seas between, a good road, a fine season, and we will make moderate journeys, and see the curiosities of several cities in our way ; Utrecht, Breda, Antwerp, Brussels, &c. &c. It is trie first time in Europe that I looked forward to a journey with pleasure. Now, I promise myself a great deal. I think it lucky that I am to go to Paris, where you will have an opportunity to see that city ; to acquire its language, &c. It will be more agreeable to you to be there than here, perhaps, for some time. For my own part, I think myself made for this world.

Yours, with more ardor than ever,


John Adams