If you knew the pleasure I receive in reading your letters you would not be sparing of them. They allure me from a boisterous sea of Politics to the mild abode of Poetry and Peace. It is in solitude alone we learn properly to estimate our comforts, and prove how sweetly the voice of friendship breathing instruction and delight, affects the soul. I, here, am tolerably secluded from the world, and scarcely view a living creature excepting the hovering sea-gull or the lonely cormorant traversing the distant waves. Yet still I am troubled by the Revolutionary Struggle; the great object of human happiness is never long removed from my sight. O that I could sleep for two centuries like the youths of Ephesus and then awake to a new order of things! But alas! our existence must be passed amidst the storm; the fair season will be for posterity.