LETTER CLVI.
Richmond, Thursday, March 13, 1817.
You will not be surprised at this date, my dear Theodore,
when you call to mind what a day yesterday was; and this,
too, is rainy and gloomy. I was packed for my journey,
and intended to have breakfasted this morning at Clay Hill,
or Obslo; but the weather obliges me to keep in port.
I believe that I forgot to tell you that the famous frigate,
Paragon, (a thirty-two,) struck her colours, on Tuesday evening,
to the General S.
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Do not let Quashia forget to call at T. and M's., and to
bring up the box containing my saddle, &c., which I ordered
him to carry back last year; but he neglected it: the consequence
is, the bits and stirrup irons are terribly rusted.
The boots were so carelessly packed, (the top of one being
only half covered with paper,) that the bees-wax and
tallow, with which they were dressed, has ruined them. The
breeches were but half wrapped up in the towel, but they
have sustained little damage.
I mean to plaster the whole of the pasture field of corn,
and all my tobacco and clover.
There is little chance that this letter will reach you; but
the trouble of writing is not great—rather a pleasure, to
those we love. I dined yesterday with M., who lives but a
square off. R. K. J. was there, and my host, Mr. C. He
did very well for him. Kitty H. is married to Archy H.,
who has bought Curles for $50,000. I hope to shoot snipes
with you very soon, if you have any Pigou & Andrews,
and shot. Adieu.
JOHN RANDOLPH, of Roanoke.
Henry C. inquires particularly after you. His winter in
Richmond has visibly improved him, without injuring the
frankness of his manners. He returns to Charlotte in April
or May.
