To Sarah Savage Thatcher

    Philadelphia        28 February 1797

    To day is the last time I shall ever attend the Levee of President Washington; I expect it will be much crouded—

    I am city sick, & never wished more ardently to get into the Country than at this time—Tho I have not spent the winter in pain or sickness, excepting the rhumatism in my arm which has stuck close to me,1 I have been so much confined, that the prospect of soon riding through the Country is a delicious anticipation—

    Your Letter of the 14th. instant came to hand yesterday—It has releaved my mind of more trouble and anxiety than I can well express—And I must refer you to your own perplexed sensations at the time you saw every thing in-doors & out doors devolving upon yourself for a sample of [the] distress I suffered—

    I will attend to the things you mention as soon as I get to Boston—I shall send Phillips home by water by some of the first Vessells—It is too expensive to bring him with me in the Stage—

    I shall not forget Betsey [Witham]—I have bought her a Book called the Literary Missellany very elegant2


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    ALS, TFP. Addressed to Biddeford; franked.