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MY DEAREST FRIEND,
LAST year I took French leave of Philadelphia to go home. This year I have the mortification to think we are not half way through the session. I see no prospect of getting away before the middle of June.
There is nothing new, foreign or domestic. Electioneering begins to open her campaign. The letter from Jay, in the enclosed pamphlet, is called by the southern gentlemen, an electioneering letter. The toasts in the enclosed paper, are no doubt electioneering toasts. If Washington continues, I suppose Jeffer son and Jay may both be set up for Vice President. If he renounces, they will be set up for President and Vice President both, and let the lot come out as it will, the chief contest will be between these two, ac cording to present appearances.
My mind, you know, is made up, and I am much at my ease. I am impatient and distressed while my mind is in suspense. Once decided, I have no longer any uneasiness.
It cannot be long before we shall have news from Europe. My mother's relief from her fears respecting her arm is a great pleasure to me. I hope to see her in good health in June. Have you given her my barrel of flour ? You have had a fine season for your wood. I hope you have hoarded enough to last the year.