My dear Sir—
I have been struggling for a week past to find an hour to devote to this purpose. It is now eleven oclock at night and as usual I am almost too much exhausted to hold my pen—
The "only Son "
Three other vessels have recently sailed for the
I have recently received a letter from a "deliver you
three hundred families by contract" There are hundreds on the way
and thousands ready to go if one word of encouragement could now be
had from you.
I begin to fear the jealousy of the
After your
These are mere suggestions—Your own better Judgment will govern and I know guide correctly—Perhaps my own necessities may have led to this view of the subject.
I am bent down almost to the very ground. Of the $7,000 advanced for the Providence I have not one cent return—In fact my dear Sir I turn my mind towards you as the wrecked mariner does towards the glimerings of the light house which promises a Haven of safety- Were it not for you my path would now be cheerless if not hopeless.
If I could obtain through your efforts the means to pay my debts
I would join you immediately and spend my life in plowing the
soil—and teaching our
You can form no idea of my anxiety to hear from you—The only
information I have received was from
And his account would reconcile even some little remnants of
aristocracy where the boone they purchased was otherwise so ines-
All our concerns here would be stale flat and unprofitable to you—
You and your
Why should we not stake our good names as well as all our fortune on such an enterprise?
Even those who would censure would be compelled to mingle respect with their reproaches.
Pray write me often and fully—Say what shall go to the public eye and what not—Tell me if I am yet doomed to be a slave or if fate promises to redeem and disenthral—Need I remind you that charity begins at home—Towns mill seats—choice of lands— Augmented prices they all rise in judgment before me, and buisy self sometimes pencils the picture with the warm tints on which fond fancy delights to dwell.
Having touched the chord which charms pray how were you last recd by those whose friendship we most need? Did the little presents to our friends meet the welcome hoped for? Did they please? Do they begin to believe we are something more than mere swinish multitude? Did the fair ones grow more fair and the kind ones more kind?
These are small affairs abstractly but mingled with others they become affairs of State—Do not suffer yourself to be supplanted in the esteem of those who Govern by lawful rule or those who Govern by the magic wand which dame nature has bestowed on the weaker yet most lovely of her works.
A flaming publication is going the rounds stating that
I triumphed in the case of
Confidential. Unless I can obtain monied aid before
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