carpentering and joining line and am having children’s toys made—it is just as troublesome drawing out plans as if I hammered and turned myself.
I never knew anything half so infamous as this. I have not had a week’s rest since I sent away ten letters to the mother country (I trust she looked upon them all as daughters), and now George says, exactly as if he were saying nothing particular, ‘If you mean to write by the overland, you had better begin directly, for I shall be sending off a packet in a few days.’ If! the monster! His natural affections evidently blunted, if not destroyed! writing probably upon public grounds, never thinking—or if thinking never minding—how much he interferes with our system of private correspondence.
We are expecting your July letters every day. I think you have been rather long without a government, for it is quite clear neither Whigs
