We were all very happy to hear from you this morning, but should have been much better pleased to have seen you here, Your Grand Father was just getting into his Chair to go to convention when I told him I had receiv’d your letter, he ask’d with a good deal of earnestness when we were to see you, I gave him your letter which he was to read by the way, and wish your man could stay till he returns, but as the sashes is to go by the boat I will write to you again, you must blame me for what happened the other morning for he said I had made his tea so strong that he had felt that whole morning as if every misfortune in the World had befallen him, and I am sure he is very desirous of seeing you—Your note never went to Mr Duffield’s they never call’d nor has there been any other opportunity—I now send it and think tis best the man should take the potatoes in there when there can be no mistake tis not so much out of the way as you imagine, I have not seel’d it, as any of the Family can do the business that are at home if tis open it would give me pleasure to send Dick up to you, but little Jeny has left me and the Girl that now tends him I could not trust up in the Waggon when you come you shall take him. the others cannot go till the holaydays there has been a great pece of work with Louis, who tho I kept your invitation a secret has got into the waggon with all the Cloaths he could pack up in a trunk, his Father told me this morning that if he went he would be in the Creek in twenty minutes after he got there and only plague you—the Aliance sail’d on saturday and your Friend Harrison is out of the Capes by this time, but if there is any wheat comes in Read I can promiss you some, as Mrs B is one of my very best Friends—There are several Indian Cheifs now in town—but there is no amusing news, rather Melancholy for me as my Cow is lost, and has been for several days, should you meet her at a Vand[?] or any other place I will give you fifteen shillings [?] to accuse her for me—my Father yesterday signed a Licence for Mrs Hepple but dont recolect the Gentlemans name, see how you let these rich Widows go of—

Mr Bache says he will write Yours afectionately