Warm Springs Sept.r 4.th 1813.
My dearest wife
I am here again, after having spent a
week at the Sulphur Springs. On my return, I was
much gratified to find a letter from you, bearing the
pleasing tidings of your health and that of my children.
As for my own, it is perfectly good. I think my eye
is improving, and my leg much the same, except
an increase in size. I ardently wish for the recovery
of both, only that they may be actively employed in
the service of the dearest objects of my affections.
I divide a cabin with M.r Pickett, and
take the bath daily. Miss Mayo is gone to the Sulphur
Springs, attended by M.r Rootes & Berkeley. I found
here an old acquaintance of yours, formerly Miss Theus,
now transmogrified into M.rs Taylor. She expresses
the warmest sentiments towards you, and I love
her for it. She gives me a piece of intelligence
which will surprize you. Your old friend M.rs
Thompson is probably married before this to a
French Doctor, named Raoul. Considering
the quarter from which my information comes,
it is a thing of course, that he is handsome,
elegant, and all that. But I think none but
a frisky young widow, would try such a matri-
monial adventure.
We have here a couple of old maids,
a few miserable cripples, and a few some old
soakirs at Whist. Turn them which way you will
and it will puzzle you to find any thing agree-
ble in them. J. Patterson has left me. The want of His society
is a real loss, as I never saw a man better educated
for such a place as this. The only moments which
I enjoy with real satisfaction, are those when I
withdraw from the crowd, and commune with
her, who is the benign angel presiding over my happi-
ness, and the immutable model of her sex.
God bless you and my children
Ever yours
P. Randolph