Lititz, September 21, 1794
Honoured Uncle and dear Cousin,
I wrote you in the spring shortly after the receipt of your affectionate lines but am afraid that letter miscarried, it looked rather gloomy, the sea was infested with so many ships of war, continually making depredations on each other’s property—that I had no heart to send any letters after that wrote in the spring. Now things seem rather more promising for ships to England, and having seen in the newspaper that a vessel will sail for London the next week, I determined. . . (read the rest of the excerpt on Tumblr)