Papers of John Adams, volume 21
I seize with avidity the opportunity presented to me by
the Bearer of recalling to your remembrance a man, who has been constantly
nourishing, these nine years past, the pleasing feelings of esteem and
attachment which accompany his daily remembrance of you and who will ever
retain a deep and grateful impression of the kind marks of attention with
which you honoured him during your residence at the Hague. Indeed, Sir, I
think of you every day, both as a man and a statesman with the highest
veneration,—and I peruse your learned labours with new pleasure in these
calamitous times, which exhibit terrible and afflicting proofs of the truth
of your doctrine.— But alass! what can doctrine or science do, when virtue
and principle have, (astrea-like!) returned to heaven, and left, for a time, the 488 affairs of our continent (with the
wise but awful permission of Providence) to the
fury and frenzy of the greatest of all tyrants—the passions of men?
I do not pretend to inform you of the Situation of
affairs here, as you must derive much better instruction, on that head, than
I can give, from the worthy american Minister here, who cannot apply to his
Diplomatick Situation the words of David, when he said the Lines are fallen to me in pleasant
places.—1 I will
only Say that the State of this Country for three years past cost me my
health, and temporal happiness,—because I loved the country, received many
marks of friendship and esteem from its inhabitants, and enjoyed, in their
Society, during a long Series of years, great Satisfaction and comfort.— All
that is now blasted,—and I have at last resolved to pass the Channel, please
God, in the Course of this month and set myself down at Bath, for the few
remaining days of my chequer’d life.2
Will you, honoured Sir, add to former marks of your
goodness to me one more, in favour of the bearer of this letter, Mr. John Bikker, a young man of merit, of one of
the best families in Amsterdam, whose father, was in the Government there
and left a large fortune to his children.3 I don’t mean, that he should
obtain from your goodness and condescension any thing farther than the
honour of making you his bow and the precious advantage of your good advice,
to enable him to travel with profit thro’ the American Provinces,—where he
will see true liberty. He goes there to get out of the reach of its Counterfeit here, and its infernal antipode elsewhere.
I am Sure you will pardon the freedom I take of
refreshing your remembrance of your old Parish Priest and asking an audience
for Mr. Bikker.— I have a secret persuasion that
I shall obtain your indulgence when I consider the Sentiments of veneration
and affection which are constantly visiting you across the Atlantic and with
which I shall be, dum spiritus hos reget
artus
4 / Honoured
Sir! / your most respectfully affectionate / and devoted Servant
P:S: I was chosen some years ago a member of the
Boston Academy, & received my Diploma with a Letter from Eliphalet Pearson; whose venerable Prænomen, gave a Solemn-Old-Testament-Zest
to my Literary Promotion. I was and will always be proud of this
honourable distinction, but not knowing how it could find out an obscure
man at such a vast distance, my first thoughts were and still 489 continue to be, that I owed it to
your recommendation. I however wrote a Letter of humble thanks to the
academy; addressed to the Gentleman above-mentioned, & accompanied
with a Theologico-Philosophical Dissertation;—which I hope was received,
tho’ at that time the means of correspondence were not so easy as they
have been since.
RC (Adams Papers); endorsed: “Dr
Maclaine / June 26. 1796.”
Psalms, 16:6.
This is MacLaine’s final extant letter to
JA. He died in 1804 (
AFC
, 7:320).
These were Dutch politician and merchant Jan Bernd
Bicker (1746–1812), whom JA socialized with in Amsterdam in
1782, and his son Henric (1777–1834) (vol. 12:313;
Catalogue of the Pictures . . . in the
Rijks-Museum at Amsterdam, Amsterdam, 1905, p. 397; Isabella
Henriette van Eeghen, Inventaris van het
familie-archief Bicker, Amsterdam, 1956, p. 48; JA, D&A
, 3:25).
“While breath still sways these limbs” (Virgil, Aeneid, transl. H. Rushton Fairclough,
London, 1930, Book IV, line 336).