19 December 1774667

    London Dec. 19.1774

    My very dear friend

    I have so much to do, that instead of writing to you, or any of my friends I transmit the rough draught of my Letter to Mr. Reed. It contains all I wish to say to you at this time on political subjects.

    Gratitude, love and affection fill my heart towards my country and so many of my personal friends, that I must transmit my whole soul to them before I should do justice to myself. Therefore in one word to all of my friends say that I love, honour and revere them as much as ever; that I am the same man as when I abode with them beyond the great waters. And as to you my dear, I trust that nothing will ever be more acceptable to you, than to be assured that I am still

    The same JQ——y