LETTER LXXV.
Hanover, C. H., Nov. 1, 1811.
Friday, half past 11, P. M.
My dear Theodore,
I left Roanoke on Thursday, (Oct. 24,) between 12
and 1, and got to Bizarre that night, just as the family were
retiring to bed. The effects of the night air (it was very cold)
were very severe, and I have not yet recovered from the exposure.
Your sister and cousin were well; so was St. George.
Tudor rode down with me from Roanoke. I heard from him
again to-day; on Friday, (Oct. 25,) I progressed, in great
pain, to our friend's, Mr. Thomas Miller, who inquired
kindly after you. Next day, Saturday, (26th,) I reached
Richmond, half dead, but amply compensated by meeting
with my dear brother Henry, who, I had feared, might have
left town. The last thing that I did, to-day, was to make an
arrangement to place $250, subject to your order, in the Farmers
and Mechanics' Bank of Philadelphia. My remittance
would have been larger; but I have not been able to
effect a sale of my tobacco,
on any terms—you must, therefore,
excuse the scantiness of your supply.
I dined, to-day, with our friend Dr. Brockenbrough, and
came out of town about sunset. Henry Tucker is in fine
health and spirits.
I determined to give you the earliest intelligence of the
replenishing of your exchequer. Good night. I must be in
Washington the day after to-morrow.
JOHN RANDOLPH.
I met Beverley, and his wife and child, at Bizarre, on
their way home.
