Philadelphia Dec 24th 1798 Monday Evening
My dear Aunt
The president received your letter of Saturday the <
eigth or ninth> 15th or 16th of Dec, in which you discover a very great anxiety for the president’s health, arising from what you saw in the newspapers, by this mornings mail. I wanted to fly to my dear aunt, on the wings of the wind, to inform her of our perfect health and happines. If there were not such blundering postmasters as there are I should have saved you from all this trouble, for I wrote you one or two letters & sent them on before the newspaper went and one with the newspapers—indeed I have written to you so often and such lengthy letters that I begin to be afraid I shall be tiresome to you. What can have become with them all I cannot tell—I should be loath they should be read by any one beside you.
The watchman has cryed past three O clock & there is <
a> the band of musick comeing under the window, playing most divinely, and you know, what Shakespeare says
He who has no musick in his soul
And is not pleased with a concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treason, stratagems and spoils—
So I know, Aunt will tell me, to go to bed & to sleep, hearing the sound of sweet musick / From your
Wm S. Shaw
Richard pleases the whole family very much—he appears to be obliging & attentive. Mr Brisler is well and as good to me as it possible.
Bache is publishing a series of papers taken from a virginia paper and addressed to Gen Marshall very handsomely written and very severe. The writer accuses Gen Marshall of hypocrisy, intrigue insincerity &c &c I suspect that the Gen will find that endeavoring to please every body he pleases nobody
MHi: Adams Papers.