Feby 14th, 1813 Princess Anne
My dear sister
I wrote you a queer sort of a rigmarole jumble of nonsense in the epistolary style of a few nights ago which was to set off by the “duke of bray” next morning with Mr. Hill (not mountain in magnitude) Dorsey. But as the movements of your buckish erratics are extremely uncertain, Mr. T. has hinted to me that my letter may possibly not reach you in less than a fortnight. Now, had I guess’d as much, I should not have sitten up ‘till a late hour to write under the expectation of your receiving it before mail cou’d get to N- n. So then all this goes for nothing, and I must write by the mail just as much as if Mr. Hill had never thought of going there for 6 years; or ‘till Mount Caucasus took a trip to those parts to carry it. I am looking out for you and my brother every day. Do come along, can’t you! Here we are to have such a “fash and to doo” on the 22d! You must be here I say! I wrote you a very succinct account of it all, by way of inducement to you to pull up and make haste, by Mr. Dorsey, told you that there were strangers expected down from Dorset, Mr. Martin for one. Indeed there is to be a grand parade - Musick, orations, cannons, Washington society are to meet, and I can’t tell what all. Notwithstanding all this, if you don’t come, I shall not go, for I shall not be in spirits unless you are here to put me up to it. I’m serious, I assure you.