Philadelphia 3d: July 1800
I enclose you a receipt from Watson for your last pr of Pentaloons, and Mr: Lynch’s receipt for the last quarter’s rent of the house; the last you will please to give to my Mother.
Frederick, the Hostler, called on me some days ago, to give him a character, as a Coachman, saying that his own, was gone in his chest to Quincy, and praying me to write for it. I promised to do the latter, but was not so ready to certify for his ability and good conduct, which I knew nothing about. He was very importunate—plead poverty &ca: but I dissmissed him, none the better for me. Mr: Briesler will see that the Chest be returned & you will notify me when it is sent.
There is nothing new here, except a report, that the V. P. had suddenly departed this life, after 48 hours illness—The Aurora of this morning, says it is a federal bore, & a trick of a Baltimore Editor, to prevent the author of the American Declaration of Independence, from being toasted throughout the Continent, at the approaching festival—It Adds, Mr. Jefferson, was in perfect health, at his seat, on the 28th: ulto.—I never was the Dupe of this story, and suspecting it to be a sheer fabrication (for what purpose I knew not) I refrained from any hasty expressions, which fell from others—Such as, “too good to be true”; “no matter if it is,” & such like, which, when the Democrats are perfectly recovered from their consternation, we shall see detailed at large, in print.
The weather continues fine & temperate here, and no alarm of fever yet exists—I never knew the streets & gutters more offensive both to sight & smell.
Remember me kindly to all friends; write me now & then and / Believe me always your
T B. Adams
Love & duty, to father and mother & Sister & Cousin—Send me a newspaper, if anything clever appears—