On reading your interesting Letter of the 19th. of Jany.1 I observed with particular pleasure, from the matter and manner of it, that notwithstanding the winter of Life and Snow falling on your Head, you endure like an Evergreen.

Your Impression that “we should e’re long have Peace,” has been verified. If I remember right, you had heretofore an Impression that Spain, altho’ her case was apparently desperate, would get safe thro’ her Dangers—and so it came to pass. Events having justified both these Impressions or opinions, I wish you may have another— vizt. that the Peace will terminate the Delusion which caused the war. Several Considerations incline2 me to expect that the Peace will diminish it—and particularly these—

Unless Discontents should arise between France and Britain, french Influence will not soon be very active in America; and consequently will not administer much Fuel to renew and feed a Flame against England.

The Peace will deprive the Delusion of the Sustenance it3 derived from the Patronage which the war created.

The Abandonment of the professed objects of the war, and that with^out^4 Compensation, either in Fact or Expectation— the manifest Incapacity and Profusion with which the war has been conducted— the attempts to force5 Supplies of men and money by Conscription &c.,— and the immense Debt incurred and to be paid, without any Value recd— all tend to withdraw confidence and good will from our political Projectors— nor can the continuance and operation of War Taxes be congenial with the Feelings of a People; who (if Pagans) would dedicate more Temples to Plutus than to Minerva—6

These and the like Facts and Considerations will doubtless have the most weight with that Portion of the Community, who have been misled, but who really mean well— they will probably have some Effect also on the more considerate of the others. As to the Position, that “the People always mean well” or, in other words, that they always mean to say and to do what they believe to be right and just; it may be popular, but it cannot be true. The word People you know, applies to all the individual Inhabitants of a country collectively considered. That Portion of them who individually mean well, never was, nor until the millennium, will be considerable. We have not heard of any Country in which the great mass of its Inhabitants individually and habitually adhere to the Dictates of their Consciences.

We know how well Demagogues and pharasaical Patriots mean—having much of the wisdom of this world, and little of that of the other; they will, like their great Predecessor Absalom, always mean and act accordingly.

The measures of the Hartford Convention, if properly managed, will also operate against the Delusion— and so likewise will the Discord in “the little Circle,” especially if it should extend beyond the Circumference, and present to Cupidity or ambition new objects for Calculation and Enterprize.—

Besides—Providence sometimes chastises nations with physical Epidemicks, and sometimes (by “choosing their Delusions”) with moral Epidemicks; and after a while removes them. This encourages Hope— for if we have arrived at or near the pessimum of this Evil, the melius cannot be far distant.7

Your Letter opened to me a more comprehensive view of interior affairs than I had before— The allusion to the Lama, points to sundry explanatory Inferences—

Accept my thanks for the Book you was so kind as to send me. I have found some good things in it, and shall doubtless find more. Many of our Citizens, who are more than mere Farmers, have of latter Years improved our agriculture—8 would not a good american Edition of Columella9 be acceptable to them? It gratifies Curiosity, by shewing the State of agriculture at a remote Period, and on several Topics affords Information which will be useful at any Period.—

I am glad you escaped and recovered so well from the Accident you mention. Kentucky Racers, both literal and figurative, will it seems have their capers. It would be no Loss to the public if some of them were at the plow—10 Seek for “some honest sober Beast, that full softly treads, and will not mar your meditations”—11 Adieu my Dear Sir Yours affy.