Washington 10th July 1822.
My dearest Friend
Receiving on Sunday your rebuke for the blank covers I had forwarded to you, I should have it more severely had I not concluded that about the same hour you would be receiving from me the proof that I had not been altogether so remiss as you had supposed.
We have had since the beginning of the month such a succession of roasters, day and night that I have felt myself almost reduced to the condition of a vegetable—At the same time I have had brother Jonathans salutations to refresh me and am in the very act of doing myself the justice to return them—I am somewhat apprehensive that the public will grow weary of us both; for in all personal controversies brought before them they never like to be moved from their neutrality and there is an almost irresistible propensity to find faults on both sides—yet I cannot submit to see him turn fabulist at my expense for the amusement of the Nation
We had a rainy Independence day—and as I was walking from the Capitol home Mrs Calhoun who was riding homewards with Mr and Mrs Gadsden seeing me walking and but half sheltered by my Umbrella stopped the carriage and offered me a seat which I accepted. She then invited me to call on them in the evening which I did and spent it very agreeably. Mr Calhoun has since spent part of an evening with me.
The President and his Lady have returned from Loudoun and will stay some days here—Their next visit will be to Albemarle.
The Washington Theatre opened last night with the Rivals and the Review or the Wags of Windsor—I had never seen either of them before and was well pleased with Sir Anthony Absolute, Mrs Malaprop and Caleb Quotem.—Tomorrow they give the Busy Body.
Mr William Brent you doubtless know has lost his wife who is much lamented—Mr F Key of Georgetown is also in deep affliction He had a small boy who was drowned yesterday in the river.
I cannot come to Philadelphia being “like sad Prometheus fastened to my Rock:” but I will send you some cash The spirit of Martyrdom seems to come upon me, and I sometimes think it would be happy for me if I could die at my Post
Till death at least, I am yours
MHi: Adams Family Papers, Letterbooks.