After lingering thro’ the Summer, I found my Disorder gradually returning in the Autumn. Since the middle of Novr. I have been confined to the House; but have as yet suffered less this winter, than I did the last. At Times however, I seemed to be approaching that State in which “a Grasshopper is a Burden”.1 When I took up my Pen, it was not because it was pleasant, but because it was necessary.2 The late fine weather has done me good. I have walked on the Piazza, and breathed mild fresh air. I feel less relaxed, and think it probable that the Spring will again relieve me. The “Carpe Diem”3 reminds me that I should take this opportunity of writing to you, and to a few others, whom I have apparently neglected.—

From your Letter I can percieve what your Feelings have been and are. When afflictions make us wiser and better, they answer their Purpose; and they do so, when they produce the Acquiescence and Resignation you mention.— A Traveller has great Reason for Regret, when a faithful and affectionate Friend and Companion leaves him on the Road; but that Regret is softened by the Expectation of meeting again at the End of the Journey. To You it will readily occur, that we are all Travellers—some in Coaches—some on Foot.— some lodge in good Inns, and others where the Night finds them. Some press forward with an Eye to the “promised Land”, while many others loiter and revel on the way, with as little Concern about where they are going, as the Horses by which they are drawn or carried &c. &c. He did not speake much at Random, who said that “the greatest Miracle to Man, is Man.”—4

Our political Sky continues to grow more and more dark and threatning.—Whether the Clouds will quietly disperse and disappear, or whether they portend a Storm, is uncertain. The present tempestuous State of the world does not encourage us to expect a long Season of uninterrupted fair weather. … If Peace has been and is in our Power, it would be mortifying to be involved in war unnecessarily. There came forth with the French Revolution, a spirit of Delusion which, like an Influenza, passed over and infected all Europe—Even our distant Country has not entirely escaped— great is the number among us, of whom it may be said, that “seeing they have not percieved, and hearing they have not understood.” Delusions have their Errands, and are sent for some Purpose different from that of promoting unanimity and Peace— but be these things as they may— it is a consoling Reflection that He who rules all, rules wisely.—

I will now turn to a more pleasing Topic— on conversing with a Gentn. who visited me last Summer, about the Damage said to be often done to Pear Trees by Lightning, he observed that the Damage in question proceeded, in his opinion, more frequently from Disease than from Lightning— that on seeing the upper Branches of one of his Pear Trees to be withering, he examined them often, and found them to be dying from the Extremities downwards— After some time he took off all those Branches, below the Mortification,—cutting thro’ sound healthy wood. The Tree soon began to flourish— it put forth new and strong Shoots; and has since been as thrifty as the others.— Something a little like this happened last Year in my Garden. A Frost took my water melons when they were about as large as a marble. The Ends of the Vines began to dye, and continued to do so Day by Day—The Fruit turned Black and dropped off— I then had the Vines cut below the mortified part, and the whole well sprinkled with plaister— they recovered, and brought some, tho’ not much Fruit to perfection— I believe that you and I derive more real Satisfaction from from attending to our Vines and Fruit Trees, than5 most Conquerors do from cultivating their favorite Laurels.—6 At present I indulge the Expectation of being able to bid a cheerful welcome to the Spring; and to participate a little in the Enjoyments of it,— notwithstanding the wickedness or Folly which may abound in “High Places.”

That you may share largely and for many Years, in these and other Enjoyments, is sincerely the wish of Dear Sir Your affte. & obt. Servt.