Your last letter is dated the 26th November.

What can I say from this remote corner in return for the pleasure I experience at the receipt of your letters?
I have already described my sombre kind of life, but I am sure you will rejoice to hear that my present quiet has been productive of the essential good of restoring my health.
I now consider myself quite re-established; therefore, my good Irving, dispel all your alarms on my account.

I once thought of visiting Ballstown, but, as a trial of the springs there was my chief motive, I gave up the journey the moment I found there was no medical occasion to undertake it.

I do not admire the manners of the American people.

I have met with some whose society was every thing one could desire, and at Boston and New York such characters are, I believe, numerous, but these are the exceptions.