Abigail Adams to Mary Smith Cranch, July 21, 1797

July 21 1797

my dear sister

The weather is Hot as we can bear the whole city is like a Bake
House. we have a House with large and airy Rooms, or I could not sustain it I do bear it
surprizingly well however, tho I long for a sea Breaze. I hope to leave here on monday
and get on to Bristol 18 miles the first night. I shall want Several things put in order
at home for our reception when I once get on my journey. I shall write to you So that
you will learn our progress.

I heard from your Son this week, and I wrote him yesterday we are
becomeing very intimate. I inclose to you the two last papers from thence. I have just
read a peice, under the signature C. I am at no loss for the writer, nor will you be
when you read it. 1 it does honour to the
pen of the writer and proves him, no superficial observer— I expect to bring on with me
William smith to place him either at Hingham, or Atkinson. I too my dear
Sister have my troubles and anxieties.—

When we get together, we may say to each other what would not be
proper to write—

Louissa is better, but had an allarming turn of Numbness, so that
she made no opposition to bleading, which with some powerfull medicine has restored her,
but the side seazd was nearly useless for a day or two. two years ago She had a number
of these affections, but never one equal to this— She was, as well as I, pretty well
allarmd. I hope she will be induced to be more active

We are all so, so, none very sick. mrs Brisler has her turns,
little John has had the Cholora Morbis— I thought him Dead for ten minuts. Nabby &
Becky are well. Betsy returns with me, and if she does not fail on the journey will do
credit to Philadelphia, by looking like flesh instead of clay—

adieu my dear sister / most affectionatly / Your

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