Decr. 29, 1811. P.A.
A thousand thanks my dear Mr. Teackle for your last letters, and kind attention to my wants; which, to be sure, were a little pressing; but I endeavor to do my best, and am fully of opinion that nothing brightens ones wits so completely as a few rubs of necessity. It acts like shark’s skin on dead metal, serving to bring out its dormant brilliancy. Or like minting, stamps it with a character and makes it pass current for the quid pro quo. The money (70 dollars) I have in part appropriated to the discharging a few debts, and shall go on to liquidate as far the notes hold out before I think of wanting any thing else. My accts have been a little augmented since I wrote, having been obliged to buy the negroes shoes, such as cou’d not be made in time for the excessive cold weather. I hated to see them barefooted,









