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J’ai recu votre lettre, cher colonel, et j’y aurois repondu plutôt si l’absence de la flotte ne...
Ne suis je pas bien malheureux, cher colonel, on me pousse pour aller à boston, on me chasse de...
Mons. Nevile allant en france, mon cher hamilton, j’espere que vous ne Negligeres pas cette...
I wish, my dear Hamilton, you will please to invite your father in law to come and dine tomorrow...
In Consequence of our Conversation, My dear Hamilton, I have wrote a letter to Gouvion the Copy...
These are, my dear Hamilton, two letters By which I communicate to the french general the happy...
Inclosed, my dear hamilton, I send you a letter for M de Marbois wherein are contain’d two...
Here I arrived last night and am going to set out for Philadelphia. Gouvion goes strait to New...
On the first days of your Arrival at Albany I dare say you had Nothing to do with Any Body’s...
Where is, for the present, My Dear Hamilton? This question is not a mere affair of Curiosity; it...
You are so sensible a fellow that you Can Certainly Explain to me what is the Matter that New...
I have Been long Complaining that I had Nothing to do and want of employment was an objection I...
However Silent You May please to Be, I will Nevertheless Remind You of a friend who loves You...
How it Happens that I still am in Paris, I Hardly Can Myself Conceive and What is More...
What is the matter with my dear Hamilton and by what chance do I live in fruitless expectation of...
[ Light Camp, New Jersey, October 30, 1780. Letter listed in dealer’s catalogue. Letter not...
What is the matter with my dear hamilton And By what chance do I live in fruitless expectation of...