By the last post I received your letter of January 17th, and was as much surprised at the information that my last letter to you arrived unsealed, as you could be at the receipt of it.1 It was most certainly no intention of mine that it should have gone unsealed; nor can I account for the fact.2 My conjecture is that the person, one of my sons who copied into my letterbook, either inadvertently sent it, or suffered a servant to take it off the table to the post office without putting a wafer into it according to his usual practice. Neither “The ebullitions of party, nor political malice” have made any impressions on me. The expressions you allude to, were the result of very sober reflection upon facts proved to me, by the testimony of many witnesses of unquestionable veracity among whom were not a few of the best friends General Warren ever had in his life.—

A civil war Madam, is in my opinion a very serious thing. This Country has once at least been within a hairs breadth of a very bloody one: nor is it likely to be soon so secure against the probability of another, as I wish it. There is more than one among those persons whom twenty years ago, I counted among my friends who are not so explicit and decided as I presume to think they ought to be, in favor of those principles and measures, which appear to me 475 indispensable to preserve the liberty, peace and safety of this people. As long as this indecission remains, it is impossible there should be the same confidence between them and me, which there was once.—The affection for them which I once had will never be forgotten, nor can it ever be destroyed, but confidence can never be the same, without the same foundation for it

With3 much esteem I am Madam / your most obedient servant