It is some time since, I Wrote you, and I some times think I am culpable in not doing it more frequently, But my Apology to my self is, that it operates as a Tax upon your politeness, for a reply,—Be this as it may, you may be assured that seldom a Day passes, but I think of you, and it will afford me real pleasure to hear from you.—This World is yet in a troubled State—and in much confusion and perplexity as Well in South America, as among the Greeks, Turks, Asiaticks and some of the European Nations.—insomuch that the Millennium tyrrany expected, doth not seem probable, will arive in our Days.—

But the darkest part of the Night, is said to be, just before they day Dawns:—The <[. . .]> prophesyes upon that Subject have always struck me as allegorical, and never to be understood in a strict litteral Sense.—But that the general promulgation of the Gospell, would be the means, Whereby the general society of Mankind <be> would be amelorated; and the visions passions of the human race be restrained and in some measure essencially changed.—One of the greatest Wonders, with us is, the Bridge from Kittery to Portsmouth: And which I despaired of ever Witnessing—This Bridge I have actually passed in my chaize, and it is as marvelous to us, as that of Charles River was to Boston, and its environs <of> in the year 1786. The expense is said to be <about> from 31-32,000 Dollars—What effect the Ice will have upon it the present Season will probably determine.—my Health remains much as it has been—My hearing <of> is some what impaired and I cannot Read by candle light—My Scribling faculties are such, as this communication appears, are made without inconvenience / By your old Friend & only Surviving clasmate