To the same [To Hannah Winthrop]

Clifford Farm July 1773

Returned from the noisy City and the hostile din of arms, and
the still more harsh and grating sounds of the revilers tongue whetted
by party rage, and shooting bitter arrows at the reputation of his neighbour,
I taste with pleasure the calm delights of solitude; and without the expecta
-tion or parade of receiving and returning visits, am left entirely alone, to re-
-flect on the dissipation of the last three weeks, or take a retrospect of years
of folly. Neither equipage nor voice without interrupts the silent moment,
nor a sound within the reach of my ear, but the note of the innocent war-
-blers which inhabit my garden, except the rustling of the leaf, of the full
blown branches, which in a few short days must wither and fall; thereby ad-
-monishing the rational creation that whatever springs from earth though
ever so gay, vigorous, and blooming, can exist but a short time without some
very material change.

Nature smiles around us this delightful morn,
in its most pleasing form; the verdure of the fields is renewed by the refresh
-ing showers of the last evening;- it appears by the animated melody
of the little winged songsters who are sweetly chanting forth their an-
-thems of praise, as if the unintelligent part of the creation were more
ready to render their tribute of thanks to the beneficent donor for the
powers with which they are endowed and the plentiful provision made
for their support, than is ungrateful man. How often does he behold un-
-noticed the variegated beauties of nature, so well adapted both for his
benefit and pleasure. The surveys of the august and magnificent can-
-opy spread over his head and the most exhilerating prospects on either
hand without any glow of gratitude in his heart.

But in the enjoyment
of this hour of contemplation, when solemn silence reigns, the mind is natu-
-rally led to ask itself if it is alone, or whether it is not in the presence of
innumerable beings of a superior order, who with unceasing harmony
adore the all pervading eye who at one view beholds the highest ranks of
angels, prostrate before him, and sees the feeble efforts of the weakest of
his rational creation attempting to join his humble note with their ex-
-alted strains.

But neither a pleasing solitude or the most
engaging circle, can set the mind susceptible of the distresses
of its fellow creatures, quite at ease, or while the out streched arm
of oppression seems to court the hand of violence to repel its inva-
-sions, who can forbear to anticipate and tremble for the consequences?
By some late letters from Mr Warren I find he had little expectation
that any effectual measures will be taken by the present general Assembly

to remove the difficulties that hang over us;- indeed I think there is little
hope from that quarter. the history of almost all countries evinces, that the
plunderers of public happiness have generally too great an influence over
such bodies of men. But the great director of events, can make the mach
-inations of the most polished courts, the intrigues of the civilized Statesman
or the more simple and less barbarous savage wrapped in his fleecy garb and
armed only with his Tomahawk, equally instruments of universal good when
they have answered the purposes of chastisement.

My full heart has carried
me beyond the limits I prescribed myself, which were only to announce
my arrival at my own house, my happiness in the domestic line- and my
expectation of seeing Doctor Winthrop and Lady in a short time in the man
-sion of their affectionate friend

M Warren
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