Soon after recieving your letter of the 18 Septr. last,1 I was called to Albany by the Death of the only remaining Child of my Daughter; whose Grief for the Loss of her Son and of her Husband,2 was still fresh and severe.—

I returned on the 3d. of Novr. with a Pain on my Side, which the Doctr. ascribed to an obstruction in the Liver. The Complaint increased, and kept me in close Confinement during the winter and spring— it reduced me to such a State of Debility, that I have as yet regained only sufficient Strength to ride two or three miles at a Time. I am better, but not well; and it is uncertain whether I ever shall be. Such mementos are useful, though unpleasant; and therefore I ought to make the best of them—

Your Remarks relative to Plaister,3 will induce me, if I live, to extend the application of it to the various objects you mention. I directed it to be freely used in the Garden this Spring, and am pleased with the Results. I have heard a Strange Story, and apparently from good authority. A Person who suspected that Plaister promoted vegetation by means of the air, and not of the Earth, placed it at every Hill in several Rows of Corn, some Plaister in Clam Shells— the Rest of his cornfield he plaister in the common way—the Crop was just as good in the one case as in the other. Can this be so? perhaps the Rain washed much of the Plaister out of the Shells. The Effect of Plaster on vegetation, is to me a mystery. If it acts only by attracting water, why does the Ground, as some say, grow tired of it, and require a supply of common manure to renew the Efficacy of it? Often repeated Experiments and long continued observation, naturally lead to important Discoveries; but the very limited Duration of human Life rarely allows sufficient Time for the Talents and Perseverance of any Individual to arrive at their “ne plus”. Here the antediluvians had the advantage of us, and many of them doubtless made the most of it. Hence it may be presumed that they carried many of the useful arts, as well as those which belong to the Departments of vice; to a higher Degree of Perfection, than they are at present. To me it does not appear improbable, that the celebrated works of remote antiquity, were not a little indebted to Information which passed thro’ the Flood.—

national Interest unites with other Considerations in drawing our attention to agriculture. I think it has greatly improved in our Country since the Revolution; and there is Reason to believe that the “Resuscitation” you are attempting, would be of generally utility— I wish it may be effected; but unless a number of Gentlemen, well qualified for the purpose, will heartily and diligently unite with You, I fear your Endeavours will not be so successful as they are commendable.

You are right in supposing that we are much of an age— in December next I shall have lived sixty four Years—a long course of Years, when to come—a Dream, when past— But whether Life is or is not composed of “such Stuff as Dreams are made of”4 it is a valuable Gift, and is capable of many Enjoyments, to be found by all who rationally seek and use them. Among the Enjoyments which men derive from each other, those which arise from such social Intercourse as you allude to, certainly are to be placed in the first class— this class however, like the first class of ^almost^ every Species of Good, has more Items in Theory than in actual Experience.

I think with you that the Spaniards deserve credit for the spirit they have exhibited. There are fine points in their Character. In a conversation respecting them, with the late Abbe Mably, he said— “Monsieur! ils sont plus Hommes que nous”—5 this was a great deal for a Frenchman to say. I sincerely wish them Success, but my Expectations of it have not been sanguine— Their Hatred of France, and their attachment to their Religion &ca. may continue to stimulate their Indignation and their valor, but it does not appear to me that their opposition has been, or probably will be, so managed as to prove effectual— as yet, there has been no Display of Civil or military Talents equal to the occasion— we may guess, but we cannot prophecy—

Perilous times have descended upon all Europe, and Bonaparte seems to be the Nebuchadnezzar of the Day. Divines say that in prophetic Language nations are called Seas— according to that Language, Europe is [illegible] a tempestuous and a raging ocean; and who can tell which of the Governments afloat upon it, will escape Destruction or Disaster— Some dark clouds from that Tempest have reached, and lately obscured our political Sky; nor has it again become quite serene and clear. This country as well as others, will experience deep Distress; but I do not believe that you or I will live to see it. From transitory and ordinary Evils we cannot expect to be exempt. We may suffer from rash Experiments—from the Pressure of fraternal Embraces or Resentments—from the machinations of Demagogues, and gradually from the corruption incident to the Love of Money &ca.— but for my own part, I do not apprehend any thing like the speedy approach of an “overturn”.—

You have had a little democratic Tornado at Philada.—6 it did but little harm— perhaps it did some good— I found it gave you something to do, and I found also (as I expected) that you did it.— Too many in your State, as in this, love pure Democracy dearly— They seem not to consider that pure Democracy, like pure Rum, easily produces Intoxication, and with it a thousand mad Pranks and Fooleries— Ebriety, whether moral or physical, is difficult to cure; and the more so, as such Patients cannot easily be convinced of the value and the necessity of Temperance and Regimen.

I observe that I have written a long Letter—feeling a little fatigued, I must forego the Pleasure of adding ^much^ to it. It is pleasant to think loud in safe company; and I sometimes allow myself that Indulgence in writing— I am Dear sir Your’s affecty.

a Frost in this month has injured the Leaves of this Spring’s shoots of my Peach Trees— Beans Cucumbers &ca. have also suffered by it.