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of your sensibility must feel on such an cccasion I think I can in some degree judge—indeed my dear Col. I feel with you.
Capt. Williams doubtless gives you the situation of the Reg’t. I am sorry it is necessary for you to be troubled with such affairs now. A field officer must be with the Reg’t this winter. I shall tarry sometime longer than I otherwise should, had Colo. Huntington been present at my arrival, but I shall not remain for more than a fortnight. I should imagine he ought not now to be critical as to the expiration of his furlough.
The condition of our whole line is at present very disagreeable, the soldiers uneasy for want of pay and clothes. I wish our friends in Conn't were properly sensible of the consequences which may attend it.
Be so good as to present my compl'ts to Mr. & Mrs. Webb & to your sisters.
Believe me, s'r,
Your Friend & Humble Serv't,
Jno. P. WYLLYS.
Jno. P. Wyllys' Letter.
PAIES BRIDGE, 3d June, 1782. DEAR COLO :—The tea and sugar came safe for which I am obliged to you. We get no news here, except what is contained in Jimmie's Letter, which I enclose. I hope to find the troops when I return ready to take the field, as the herbage here is very luxuriant. The Duty here is not much easier than at first, or rather is more natural. I have slept under cover no night since I have been at the post. We make use of Serg’t White's bed of honour on which ten thousand men might sleep without touching. However, the duty may be called hard, our men grow sick fast.
A party of our volunteer horse which I had sent as scout fell in with some refugees, five or six of whom they wounded and took one prisoner. That is all the military exploits in which I have as yet had any hand since the command commenced. I expect at least Gen'l — 's thanks for planning.
My Compliments to the officers of the Reg’t and believe me,
Most Sincerly Yours.
JNO. P. WYLLYS.
G. D. Wickham's Letter. Amo. Lautes
GOSHEN, Monday, August 28th, '86. DEAR SIR :—I have received your kind letter of the 26th instant and am very much obliged to you for your friendly advice. But I question if I shall have patience enough to follow it. I conceive my ankle is almost well, for I am free from pain, and all that detains me is the swelling, but I am in hopes that in a few days that difficulty will be removed, that I shall be able to return with papa.
Remember me to Philip & tell him he must not neglect my yellow Birds.
& believe me to be,
Your most sincere friend,
G. D. WICKHAM.
C'apt. Robert Walker's Letter.
HARTFORD, 16 Jan’y, 1779.
I am, Sir,
Creighton wrth Thcs. Wooster's Letter.
HARTFORD, May 12, 1780. D'R SIR :- I suppose you well know that for some reason or other the officers of our Reg't had not received their commissions when I left the Reg’t, and as I have thought of going to Europe in the Fall, should be much obliged to you if you would take the trouble to get my commission made out, and send it me, tho' I suppose there has been one made out some time ago, tho’I never received it. You know a certain person if he had it, and knew it would be any service to me, would not have delivered it to me, except he was obliged, for which reason I have never applied for it before. The reason of my wanting to have it is that I imagine it might be of service to me abroad by gaining me respect if not friends. I should also be glad if you could get me an honorable discharge from General Washington, as I never had one, nor was mustered out as a supernumerary, tho' perhaps the Major might consider it in that light. I never received the year's pay which was allowed to supern'y officers nor indeed ever desired it, as I did not enter the service for the sake of pay or Rank and imagine should not have quitted it till the war was over, if you had not been so unfortunate as to be taken from it.
I beg you to let me know whether you can comply with my request the first opportunity, and in the meantime remain
Your most obd't serv't,
ache A Sam’l B. Webb’s Sentiments on Matrimony.
If ever we may be allowed to say, that marriages are made in Heaven, it must be when the union is formed upon a disinterested affection ; a love that cannot be described even by those who have felt it. My own heart tells me that it is beyond all description. Sure I am, that the flame is kindled, and cherished by a superior power. 'Tis not a pretty face, or an elegant person. 'Tis not a brilliant wit, or a fine understanding, that can excite or preserve mutual affection. It springs from an higher source. It has been known to subsist in it's utmost ardour where these accomplishments have been wanting.
There is a nameless sympathy of congenial souls, even among those of the same sex which is felt—which cannot be describedbut which lisping mortals have denominated friendship; when this nameless sympathy meets in congenial souls of different sexes 'Tis amazingly heightened. Friendship cannot express the sensation, and we have learned to call it by the name of love, a name, indeed, sadly profaned by the lips of the sensualist, the covetous and the ambitious—but felt and understood in its true meaning and import, by those alone who seek for happiness in the sweet tranquility of domestic endearments—and who consider the lover and the husband but as one and the same character. Such an union is indeed devoutly to be wished for; and when once accomplished, the pleasures of life are enjoyed with a double relish, because each, besides his own, partakes of a beloved partner's sensations. Misfortunes too (and who ever tasted the cup of life, without finding bitterness in the draught ?) lose half their weight by being divided, and as each assists the other to bear the load, so each comforts the other, whilst laboring under it. Time, the general destroyer of temporal objects and human joys, perpetuates and increases such a felicity as this, which depends not so much upon external circumstances, as upon the internal feelings of their own breasts. After their marriage they may with more propriety be called lovers, than in the days of their courtship. Failings, no doubt, each must discover in the other—and will discover, as long as the Angel is clogged with fetters of mortality. But even in these, they so much resemble one another, that they soon learn, either to overlook, or to bear them with a meekness, which true love never fails of inspiring. This sweetness of disposition, mutual forbearance, and uninterrupted intercourse of endearing sensibilities, must not only secure to them all the bliss which this world has to give, but must be an excellent preparation for their future enjoyment of those eternal scenes, where love reigns without the least alloy of any sordid passion, and to which they will carry with them the same affections doubly purified, and darting back from their beatified spirits to that lovely centre from whence they originally came. Great source of love ennoble me.
S. B. W., 1780.
Jos. Webb's Letter.
I can't say, but I am much disappointed You are not allowed
Not long since I was at Boston, Cambridge, and that circuit, and
I have been to Hartford visiting the Prison, & find a mason, a