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WILLIAM WILBERFORCE TO JAY. 319
a little fatigued, I must forego the pleasure of adding
rhuch to it. It js pleasant to think loud in safe company, and I sometimes allow myself that indulgence
iji writing.
I am, dear sir, yours affectionately,
John Jay.
P. S.—A frost in this month has injured the leaves
of the spring shoots of my peach trees; beans,
cucumbers, etc., have also suffered by it.
WILLIAM WILBERFORCE TO JAY.
East Bourne, Sussex, ist Aug., 1809.
My Dear Sir:
Though so many years have passed since we saw or heard
from each other, I hope I, do not deceive myself when I
presume that we continue to retain each other in friendly remembrance, not without taking a real interest in each
other's well being. Such, at least, I can truly declare, are
my own sentiments and feelings in relation to you ; and embracing every opportunity of inquiring after you, I heard
with sincere pleasure, the other day, from an American acquaintance, that you were living in health and comfort,
though retired from public life. But why do I say, though
retired, when I can most sincerely aver, that with a view to
health and comfort, and those of mind as well as of body,
no situation in life has ever presented itself to my imagination under so hopeful a form as that which my favourite
poet describes as " domestic life in rural leisure passed." I
forget whether you are a lover of poetry; if you were so
When you were young, I think that even in advanced life
the author of the above line, Cowper, will still be dear to
| Title | The correspondence and public papers of John Jay - 4 |
| Creator | Jay, John |
| Publisher | G.P. Putnam's Sons |
| Place of Publication | New York, London |
| Date | [1890-93] |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000346 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | WILLIAM WILBERFORCE TO JAY. 319 a little fatigued, I must forego the pleasure of adding rhuch to it. It js pleasant to think loud in safe company, and I sometimes allow myself that indulgence iji writing. I am, dear sir, yours affectionately, John Jay. P. S.—A frost in this month has injured the leaves of the spring shoots of my peach trees; beans, cucumbers, etc., have also suffered by it. WILLIAM WILBERFORCE TO JAY. East Bourne, Sussex, ist Aug., 1809. My Dear Sir: Though so many years have passed since we saw or heard from each other, I hope I, do not deceive myself when I presume that we continue to retain each other in friendly remembrance, not without taking a real interest in each other's well being. Such, at least, I can truly declare, are my own sentiments and feelings in relation to you ; and embracing every opportunity of inquiring after you, I heard with sincere pleasure, the other day, from an American acquaintance, that you were living in health and comfort, though retired from public life. But why do I say, though retired, when I can most sincerely aver, that with a view to health and comfort, and those of mind as well as of body, no situation in life has ever presented itself to my imagination under so hopeful a form as that which my favourite poet describes as " domestic life in rural leisure passed." I forget whether you are a lover of poetry; if you were so When you were young, I think that even in advanced life the author of the above line, Cowper, will still be dear to |
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