 | Letters of Mrs. Adams, |  |
TO THOMAS B. ADAMS.
I am much delighted to learn that you intend making
a visit to the old mansion. I wish you could have
accomplished it so as to have been here by this
time, which would have given you an opportunity of
being at Commencement, meeting many of your
old acquaintance, and visiting the seat of science,
where you received your first rudiments. I shall
look daily for you. You will find your father in his
fields, attending to his hay-makers, and your mother
busily occupied in the domestic concerns of her
family. I regret that a fortnight of sharp drought
has shorn many of the beauties we had in rich luxuriance.
The verdure of the grass has become a brown,
the flowers hang their heads, droop, and fade, whilst
the vegetable world languishes; yet still we have a
pure air. The crops of hay have been abundant;
upon this spot, where eight years ago we cut scarcely
six tons, we now have thirty. "We are here,
among the vast and noble scenes of nature, where
we walk in the light and open ways of the divine
bounty, and where our senses are feasted with the
clear and genuine taste of their objects."
Would not among roses and jasmine dwell,
With exhalations of dirt and smoke,
And all the uncleanness which does drown
In pestilential clouds a populous town."
At this season, it is best to take the packet by way
of Providence.
I have received Mr. J—'s play. It is better
executed than I believed him capable of performing.
As a youthful specimen of genius, it has merit. I
presume S—has sent you Mr. Paine's Oration upon
July the 4th. I think you will be pleased with it.
Affectionately your mother,
| Letters of Mrs. Adams, | |