My dearest Friend

We have had a Snow of a Foot deep, fallen Yesterday and the night before last, which would give Us a pleasant Prospect both for Men of Business and Men of Pleasure, if the Weather was not this morning to moderate, as to threaten a sudden Thaw. I fear The Roads may have been so much obstructed as to retard the Post and deprive me of the Pleasure of a Letter from you to day.

The Political Horizon is serene at present, though the Democratical Societies flutter like shot Pidgeons. Very Serious Apprehensions however are entertained by many of the most thinking Men, that the People will not be quiet, till they shall have thrown all into Confusion, and have severely suffered. There is danger that public Stations in the federal Government may be made too painful and disgusting for any Man of honour and Talent to hold.

Mr. Dubois Election is said to be still doubtful. It is cruel to treat a young Gentleman of his Capacity and Dispositions in this manner. But Chronicle effrontery blushes at nothing.

I am going with Mr. Storer to visit Mr. Murray. He calls and I must say