This day I set on part to write to France but one piece of Family business or other has brought it to 7 OClock before I could take up my pen. I shall begin with the history of the squirrell skins as they have been long on my mind, and I have used my utmost endeavours to procure them, twenty four I have in the house, and a number in the Country which I expect in the course of a week, having hired all the little Boys I know to catch them for me. You may depend they shall be properly packed. They are not in such quantities they used to be before the British cut down the Woods and the hard Winter destroy’d numbers, but I hope however to get as many if not more than you want, this is now the high season for taking them the furr being in the best order, but it will be later than November before they reach you—I wish you could have seen the face of a Man that came here yesterday to talk to me concerning those hides I had bespoke in the spring. I never was more at a loss than to know what he meant, never dreaming of the poor little squirrel skins till he explain’d the matter—The Grafts tell my dear Father shall be sent with proper care and in a proper season I will make it my particular business.

Your Father was well the 18 of last month when he sail’d for England. You must not mind what Bradford put in his papers about him, his Old party spite and nothing to do with the present Cause, the atacking a man who can not, and whose Friends dare not vindicate him, is a peice of Bravery worthy a Tommy Bradford—

It’s a long time since I have had a letter from you when your dear Father was in England, and a very gay young gentleman, he found means of writing to me very often, and long entertaining letters. I should hope the Son had as much affection for me; I feel no less for him than I did, and now do for the Father—I care not into what hands this letter falls, nor who sees it, for I should despise the Person who could not make a distinction between a Political difference and a Family one, the latter I have a Sont above, and hope and believe will never happen in ours, I ever held those People cheap, who were at varience with their near connections—

The Duffield Family, and the Miss Cliftons, with many other Friends make constant enquiries after you, I have promised the person whose letters are inclosed that you will take some pain to get him an answer return’d. He has very frequently wrote—without hearing, and is a Person who at your desire we found, but he has never had a letter since he [walks] from Pluchemin which is 50 miles [twice] a Year his Letters and is realy distress’d. Your very Affectionate