LETTER CXXII.
Richmond, May 16, 1814.
Monday Morning.
My dear Theodore,
I shall send your linen by Quashia, as no wagon can
be found going towards Roanoke. I hope you will not set
out until you hear from me, once more. You make no mention
of Mr. Stanford. How is this? I have sold the colts
for $150 each. I know that they are worth more, but "necessity,
&c." I wish, when you write to me, you would call
to mind such objects as you suppose would interest me: even
the dogs, and little Molly, I would rather hear of than nothing.
There have been incessant rains during the last fortnight;
the earth is supersaturated with water, and the crops
of wheat, generally ruined, except upon poor lands, that never
produce any thing worth the trouble of the planter. Oats
are, consequently, very fine; and the grounds around Bellville
are as green as a leek. Mrs. B., however, is drooping.
She proposes going to Kingston, (her mother's, in Dinwiddie,)
in a few days. She often mentions you; so do the Doctor
and Mrs. B. Of Bouldin I see nothing, and scarcely any
thing of Leigh.
News from Europe: Bonaparte has been roughly handled
by the allies; but Austria refuses to accede to his dethronement.
Armistice on the 5th of March, and general
peace expected. Mr. Parish, who has got back to Philadelphia,
writes that the whole Christian world will be at peace
by the 4th of July next. A letter from Tudor, of the 2d of
May—he was well; so was Mr. Garnett, on the 9th: both desire
to be remembered by you. Adieu!
JOHN RANDOLPH, of Roanoke.
I hear of a great fresh in Roanoke.
