By putting little facts together, I see that he is not well.
Mr. Rumsey (who came in while I was writing the preceding page) tells me
you have a long letter ready for me. I shall be happy to receive it.
I am, with great and sincere attachment, Dear Sir, your affectionate
friend and servant,
Th: Jefferson.
LETTER CXIII.--TO COLONEL HUMPHREYS, March 18, 1789
TO COLONEL HUMPHREYS.
Paris, March 18, 1789.
Dear Sir,
Your favor of November the 29th, 1788, came to hand the last month. How
it happened that mine of August, 1787, was fourteen months on its way,
is inconceivable. I do not recollect by what conveyance I sent it. I
had concluded, however, either that it had miscarried, or that you
had become indolent, as most of our countrymen are, in matters of
correspondence.
The change in this country since you left it, is such as you can form
no idea of. The frivolities of conversation have given way entirely to
politics. Men, women, and children talk nothing else: and all, you know,
talk a great deal. The press groans with daily productions, which, in
point of boldness, make an Englishman stare, who hitherto has thought
himself the boldest of men.
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