Quincy Janry 2. 1799.
I received by mr Brooks the Sermon you was so good as to Send me; and have <
ha> read it with much pleasure. the writer bids fair to make a Shining light. I most Sincerely hope you may have your loss made up to you by the Setlement of an amiable, able and sensible pastor; I thank you for the intelligence you procured respecting my son. he thought he was acting for the best, I doubt not, but as capt Jenkins arrived Safe, I wish he had ahered to his first plan.
The News of Commodore Warren’s victory will finally bring the French Nation to think more properly of themselves and to respect and fear other Nations. G. Britain is fighting for all the other powers. I trust even we may rest Secure from an external invasion this winter. I Should be glad to See the turbulent Spirits amongst ourselves quelled without a civil commotion; but whilst a Lyon can be reelected and a Logan chosen for a Representitive, we may say with the poet, “There is Something rotten in the State.” we must raise our provisional army. We must have our Laws respected, and we must watch these incendaries, and they must be punishd too. the old Dominion & her Cubs must not think to Rule her Sisters and break our barriers. I am informd that there are a Series of papers publishing in Mother Baches papers from a virginia paper addressed to Gen Marshall which are very handsomely written attacking him for his answers to his Catechism. there appears to be a Spirit of federalism rising in that State in opposition to the Spirit of disorganization which I hope will conquer and quell it, it will be best done by themselves.
I See by the paper that Capt Dagget is in. I will Send for my flower as Soon as you inform me that you have received it.
I ask mrs Smith acceptance of a little Ground Rice. the Grapes are very fine. I thank you my dear Sir for them. William Shaw gives me a curious account of Logan’s visit to the President. the creature Seems more fool than knave. he will be quite as good a member as Mulingburgh. only it looks like Such a countanancing him in his Silly impertinent medling that I am mortified the Jacobins should have Such a triumph.
adieu my dear Sir / Your Friend
MHi: Smith-Carter Family Papers.