I owe you a thousand thanks, my good papa, for your lovely note and your letter to the authors of the Journal de Paris, but I shall owe you two thousand if you add to it Information to Those who would Remove to America. I had hoped to go ask you about it today and to stay for six or seven months in Passy, but my poor husband has gout in both legs and curing this cursed gout is the only way of returning our liberty to us. Pray for him, my good papa, heretic that you are, I have more faith in your prayers than in those of our dervishes. Farewell, my friend, love me well and trust that of all those who have loved you and who do love you, none have loved you as much as I have.

A thousand homages from my whole family and my compliments to your [grand]son. I am mad at your [grand]son as well as the tall neighbor, and they should know why.