Stockwell Street, November 3, 1799
I take the opportunity my dear friend of a Box going to the Eastern Shore to write a few lines, were it only to assure you that you have had my sincerest wishes for a safe and speedy passage across the Atlantic, and that if heaven has deigned to hear my prayers, you will long ere this reaches America, be enjoying every happiness in the midst of your family and friends. You are right in supposing and do not think the worse of God for wishing to be among those friends, your strong attachment to them, was one of the many reasons that induced me to think so favorably of you, I have ever reckoned domestic happiness the greatest this world can afford, and having enjoyed it myself, in an uncommon degree, I am pleased to meet with others, who have not only been equally fortunate, but are also sensible of the value of being born a friend to, and ever united in the bonds of love with respectable and worthy relatives.
Yet I would wish you in Columbia’s happy Land! Sometimes to remember Stockwell Street, and Cottage upon Avon, to remember that you have there friends, who whether they ever see you again or not, will always think of you with affection and esteem, and who, some of them at least, are disposed to think more favorably or the Americans, than they were before you came among them. I for my own






