Wth: pain Sir, I transmitt the Inclosure, & my certain, & Fix’d opinion, That The Jacobin Town of Baltimore will do Honor to its Creed, be perfectly Consistent, & Return Genl. Sam: Smith, to Congress, this Night—By a Majority of Some Hundred votes—!!! To morrow you may hear further from me—But at present, I have not more to add, than That His Triumphall Car is Already Gone up to The Husting, & The Mall, our [present] Govenors, (HUZZA FOR EQUALITY) have Just Given Orders to Illuminate the City!!! I have not vanity to even wish to be suppos’d to Think Wth. The Great Lord Mansfield—But I will say; I will not Illuminate!

& Apostrophasing His Elegant Language—& His Spirit I will Say—

Fiat Justitiæ, [Erumient] Cælum!

& If [Illuminating] My House Contrary to my Principles, would Save It, I would despise the Subterfuge.

& yet this is Liberty!!!—

“Withhold from Laughing”—

& as my Communications may now End, I need not now Say more, Than that I am In every Instance, Since your accession, / Your warm Friend— / Firm Supporter & Admirer—