I am much dispirited by the weather which prevented the intended visit of you and your Friends, I promised myself much pleasure in it and wished for a conversation with mr Lyman upon the News. I recollected his account of the Bourbons and the temper of the French Nation as it respected Napoleon, they found themselves humbled mortified deprest and saw no disposition in the Monarch raise them to Glory as they consider it. the Whole Nation military restless and Angry at their Humiliation, they have again Submitted to the Emperor, hailed him with transports of Joy “what shall we say? what shall we think of him whom rational we call”

here is mr Adams and I have not half spun my web. I say come next week only let me know when. you recollect I left with you a Hnd. dollar Bill for mr blacks washed stockings of which stockings I am in some want. the man [cant] wait. so no more at present from