Christmas night. 1800.
I have for several days been struggling hard against a violent cold, which has at length overcome me So far as to confine me to my chamber all this day—Dr Rush recommended a gentle bleeding, to which I have Submitted and found relief from it. I hope to be out again tomorrow—
Several of your enclosures are yet unacknowledged—the Gazettes I got yesterday & the Treaty to day. I do not like the Convention any better than I expected. It is the cause of much murmuring here—I look upon it as a matter of indifference whether ratified or not, except from a well-grounded apprehension that Jefferson will agree to make worse terms—
I send you the pamphlet you wrote for—I would not Send you the Rush-light, which was an undoubted forgery—The pamphlet of Gentz has at length come out in a handsome dress—You must endeavor to diffuse its fame for the sake of the bookseller—I Shall Send one to you & one for the Secy of State by the next post
I am afraid to write more at present on acct of my head which is much affected—
T B Adams