FRANK TO JOHN.
I have just time to inform you, my dear brother, that
the affairs of Ramsay, Dalton & Co. are not quite so desperate
as they were supposed. I am ready to leave town,
however, for a distant place, where, I hope, by strenuous
exertions, to arrest a conspiracy, that I think ruinous
to the estate. The gig is at the door;—and, if you
do not hear from me soon, I beg that you will attend to
the matters here, in person. I may be, possibly, on my
way to Jamaica, but shall leave a power of attorney for
you. Sarah, I suppose, will write to you. At present, I
think that I may say—that there will be something tolerable
left for her, even though all the doubtful debts be
reckoned desperate. But if the Jamaica house stand well,
poor Sarah will be an heiress yet.—There is a report
here, that Juliet and Grenville have run off. It is a ridiculous
story, I confess; but how should it be invented,
here? Who knows them? I heard it from a perfect
stranger. Can she have been imprudent enough to
travel with him? Tell me all that you know of the matter,
dear John, by return mail, directed to me at Boston,
where I shall stop for two or three days, at the most.
