Happening to be in your Parlour & finding Pen Ink Paper ready; that is to say, a bad Pen, a little Ink to be squees'd out of an almost dry Piece of Cotton & this same Quarter of a Sheet of Paper which is all the house affords, I set down to brighten the Chain between us.— I wrote to you by Mr. Barclay who is I hope long since safe in Paris.— I heartily congratulate you on the glorious Conclusion of the Campaign. The Capture of Lord Cornwallis with near 10,000 Men is an Event honourable to the allied Arms of France & America, & cannot avoid attracting the respectful Notice of the Neutral Powers. We are all in anxious Expectation of the Effects this will produce in Europe—& particularly impatient to know how the Court of London will digest this military Pill.— Cornwallis will hasten home to justify himself & accriminate Clinton— he may shake Hands with Burgoyne & say Brother, Brother we are both in a Box. How many more Lords & Generals do they mean to send over?— Do they imagine our Washington's Brows are not yet sufficiently crown'd with Laurels?— Or do they mean to continue the annual Trib-ute of a Spring of that glorious plant; by sending over one of their Nobles to lay it at the feet of our virtuous & victorious Heroe— But my Page is almost full— I shall enclose, if I can, an Advertisement I wrote for Rivington, who curses me for doing him this kindness. Yours ever