I cannot, my dear and venerable Doctor, miss an opportunity to remind you of a person who will retain until her death the warmest and deepest veneration for you. The man who will give you this letter is an unfortunate and unhappy soul in every way whose bad luck has been brought on by the problems of too big an estate and by his handling of it. Unlucky in his own country, he hopes to find opportunities in the nation that is going to become a shelter for those not happy in their own. His knowledge of Savages and the services he says he has already provided the Americans regarding them gives him hope that he can be useful, and I recommend him to your kindness; I hope that my recommendation will carry some weight with you. Mr. De Crèvecoeur knows him and is to write to you on his behalf. I hope that you have already received one of my letters which one of your compatriots promised to deliver. I have received none from you, but I receive news of you from anyone who has any, and my garden, my office, my books, and above all, my heart, my dear and venerable Doctor, always speak to me of you.