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MY DEAREST FRIEND.
I AM favored this morning with yours of the 22d. This is accession day, you know. I shall always consider it as a red letter day ; a fortunate day. I am happy to know that you are comfortably situated. I am pretty well recovered of my cold, but it has reduced my flesh. James has found a beautiful pair of black horses, a perfect match for ours, and is distracted to persuade me to buy them. One is six years old, the other eight. I think with you that the second week in November will be soon enough for us to enter the city. I am looking out for Briesler now every day. You alone might possibly live here with me for a week ; but L. and B. could not be accommodated. You might all be well at Van Tilsburg's, but I think it will not be worth your while to leave your present situation. When Briesler comes on I shall write you more particularly.
The next winter will be the last we shall ever spend in Philadelphia. You will leave it early in April if you are wise, and you will come no more to the southward for one year and a half at least. You will never think of going to Georgetown upon uncertainties, or rather upon the certainty of leaving it on the fourth of March, with five hundred and fifty or six hundred miles to ride through the mud. An election is approaching which will set us at liberty from these uncomfortable journeys, I am, as for thirty-five years I have been,