Milton December 1786
[To the same]
You Sir, have been so long absent from your native Country that you can scarecely realize its present situation; nor shall I attempt to give you an exact portrait thereof. Yet I will observe the imbecillity of human nature, is here exhibited in as strong a light at this period, as perhaps may be found in any page of history.
Emancipated from a foreign yoke, the blessings of peace just restored upon honourable terms, with the liberty of forming our own governments, framing our own laws, choosing our own magistrates, and adopting manners the most favourable to freedom and happiness, yet sorry I am to say I fear we have not virtue sufficient to avail ourselves of these superior advantages.
The glorious fabric which you and your compeers with so much labour and assiduity have successfully reared, may totter to the foundation before the civil feuds that have justly alarmed the Continent, and more particularly the Massachusetts are entirely quelled:
In this Country, lately armed for opposition to regal despotism, there seems to be on the one side a boldness of spirit that sets at defiance all authority, governments and order, and on the other, not a secret wish only, but an open avowal of a necessity for drawing the reins of power much too tight for republicanism,  even for a wise and limited Monarchy. Perhaps America is in the predicament of an adventurous youth, who has disengaged himself from parental authority, before the period of maturity that might have taught him to make a proper use of his freedom. You have a friend here who equally criminates the conduct of both parties.
The causes of the late western commotions may be easily investigated, but the consequences must be left to the hand of time. The Cincinnati who have been waiting a favourable tide to waft them on to the strong fortress of nobility, are manifestly elated by the present prospect. A large body of wealthy citizens are flattering themselves, that a strong aristocratic power is fast forming and connecting through this country, while the younger classes, more especially the professional characters, are crying loud for Monarchy and a standing army to support it.
Time will make curious disclosures, and you Sir, may be astonished to find the incendiaries who have fomented the discontents among the miserable insurgents of the Massachusetts, in a class of men least suspected. These in order to skreen their own guilt, have secretly fabricated a vague report, and caused the malignant rumour to light for a moment on one of the most decided friends to the constitution, and to his country: a gentleman whose services have been distinguished, whose patriotism is unshaken, and his virtues unconquerable. His fortune has been diminished, himself and his family have personally and severely suffered in the public cause: he is now persecuted by the spirit of party, and too much neglected by some who ought from particular obligations to continue his friends. But he bears the reverse of popularity, and the misfortunes of life, with the dignity of conscious rectitude, and that philosophic calmness which is never the companion of insurgency, anarchy, or fraud.
I have always thought epithets of this kind, when applied to such a character, too ridiculous for serious refutation[:] but to my surprize have lately found, that by a strange combination of parties[,] invidious to each other, and who have only united to depress a man of too much sincerity, uniformity, and independency of spirit, to subserve their designs, they have been so successful as in a few instances to injure Mr Warren in the opinion of some he highly esteems.
The philosophical ob[servers] of human conduct, I believe are pretty generally convinced that it is [not] worth while for a wise man to make very great sacrifices for political liberty; and it is my opinion that from their wanton abuse of their best friends, and the manner in which they trifle with the prize, the people of America least of all deserve  it.
But in all ages, mankind are governed, less by reason than opinion, the caprice of the day, or the impul[se] of a moment will blow them about as with a whirlwind, and bear them down the current of folly, until awakened by their misery. Virtue in the sublimest sense has an influence only on a chosen few—and in their breasts it often finds its own reward.
Yet, perhaps after all America may emerge from its present cloud,—and a more favourable termination of the embarrassments that lie in the way of her honour and her freedom may take place, than we have reasons to apprehend from present appearance[.] In this hope I leave the field of politics, convinced that human happiness depends on too many contingencies, to suffer us to forget our weakness, and our entire dependence on a Being who holds the scale of Empire and of justice.
Dependence is a word not very pleasing to an American ear: but though we have broken the yoke of Britain, and defied the potentates of the earth, we cannot expunge it from our vocabulary. What language is this to a man of the world, claiming independence to his nation: to a minister of state immersed in the deep systems of political refinement—negotiating with nations improved by arts, erudition, and experience: standing on the zenith of reputation, amidst the splendor of greatness, the glare of pomp, and mounted to the pinnacle of ambition!
But when I address the Ambassador, I do not forget that I am writing to the philosopher, who is sensible of the precarious basis of national or personal greatness; who knows that one may again become dependent by causes unseen—and the other, obscure from fickleness of his fellow men. I think he has philosophy enough to contrast the rational simplicity and the quiet delights of his own little Villa at the foot of Penn’s Hill, with the briliancy of the birth night or the parade of office, and find the latter sink in the comparison when tried by the feelings of reason, and not by the rivalry of pride.
Adieu, says your respectful friend