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MY DEAREST FRIEND,
I DINED yesterday with Dr. Rush, who desired me to send the enclosed oration upon a weak democrat whom he is pleased to call a great philosopher, astronomer and republican. We must put up with the vagaries of our flighty friend. Mr. and Mrs. Listen, the Britons, dined there, the first time I had met the lady. They are Scotch, genteel people. Mr. and Mrs. Regal dined there too. Mr. Regal brought a letter, you remember, from Mr. Adams. A man of sixty, perhaps, married to a handsome girl of thirty. A man of learning, but I presume enthusiastical. He talks much of the philosophy of Mr. Kant or Kent, or some such name, a German of great fame. He speaks of him sometimes very extravagantly. I heard him say that he thought Kant would make a third from Socrates and Jesus Christ.
Mankind seem to me to have lost their senses.
I yesterday received yours of the 25th of December. The cold has been as constant and severe as with you. I hope you will get wood enough, yet it is uncertain how much will be necessary. Stones cannot be sledded in too great numbers. They will not be stolen. Have you seen the second " Guillotina" from Connecticut, in its usual strain of wicked satire ?
Neither Virginia nor any other State, except the wise Pennsylvania and the wise Georgia, Tennessee, and Kentucky, ever intended B. should be Vice. I have received one set of votes from each State, and the highest number is seventy-one, according to the accounts. The votes are all sealed up.
I say, too, " If thou, O Lord ! go not up with us, carry us not up thither."