You’ll not think it Improper, I flatter myself, if I beg you’d direct me how to send some letters, either to Philadelphia or to Boston, those Last are for the Honoble. John Hancock; so many have hitherto miscaried for want of care in those in whose hands I had Placed them, that I find myself forced to ask you, what means I shall make use of & whether you’d not permit me to send them to your office, whence in due Time & more safely, they might be conveyed to America; my frequent disappointments on that head are the Cause of my Taking this freedom, which I beg you’d Excuse.

You had great reasons for doubting the other day the Taking of St. Christopher. It was then primature, but now, happily confirmed: Permit me to felicitate you on this Conquest.

I am with unfeigned Respect sir Your very Humble Servant