 | Letters of Mrs. Adams, |  |
I received from France by the Alexander yours,
bearing no date, but, by the contents, written about
the same time with those I received by Mr. Guild.
Shall I return the compliment, and tell you in a
poetical style,
Himself, his world, his throne, I 'd scorn them all."
No. Give me the man I love; you are neither
a court, or the smiles of princesses. I never suffered
an uneasy sensation on that account. I know
I have a right to your whole heart, because my own
never knew another lord; and such is my confidence
in you, that, if you were not withheld by the
strongest of all obligations, those of a moral nature,,
your honor would not suffer you to abuse my confidence.
But whither am I rambling? We have not any
thing in the political way worth noticing. The fleet
of our allies still remains with us.
Who is there left that will sacrifice as others have
done? Portia, I think, stands alone, alas, in more
senses than one. This vessel will convey to you the
packets designed for the Firebrand. I hope, unimportant
as they are, they will not be lost.
Shall I close here, without a word of my voyage?
I believe it is best to wait a reply, before I say any
thing further. Our friends desire me to remember
them to you. Your daughter, your image, your superscription,
desires to be affectionately remembered
to you. O, how many of the sweet domestic joys
do you lose by this separation from your family, I
have the satisfaction of seeing my children thus far
in life behaving with credit and honor. God grant
the pleasing prospect may never meet with an alloy,
and return to me the dear partner of my early years,
rewarded for his past sacrifices by the consciousness
of having been extensively useful, not having lived
to himself alone; and may the approving voice of his
in the affectionate bosom of
| Letters of Mrs. Adams, | |