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John Adams to Abigail Smith, 17 April 1764
Tuesday 17th. April 1764 Yours of April 15th. this moment received. I thank You for it–and for your offer of Milk, but We have Milk in vast Abundance, and every…
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Abigail Smith to John Adams, 16 April 1764
Weymouth April th 16 1764 1 My Friend I think I write to you every Day. Shall not I make my Letters very cheep; don–t you light your pipe with…
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Abigail Smith to John Adams, 15 April 1764
Sunday Noon Weymouth April th 15 1764 Sir Mr. Cranch informs me that Hones 1 will go to Town tomorrow, and that I may not miss one opportunity, have now…
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John Adams to Abigail Smith, 14 April 1764
Saturday. Two O Clock [ 14 April 1764 ] The Deacon and his Three Children are arrivd and the Operation has been performed, and all well. And now our Hospital…
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John Adams to Abigail Smith, 13 April 1764
[ Boston, 13 April 1764 ] My dearest We arrived at Captn. Cunninghams, about Twelve O–Clock and sent our Compliments to Dr. Perkins. The Courrier returned with Answer that the…
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Abigail Adams to John Adams, April 12, 1764
Weymouth April 12. 1764 My Dearest Friend Here am I all alone, in my Chamber, a mere Nun I assure you, after professing myself thus will it not be out…
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John Adams to Abigail Adams, April 12, 1764
Thurdsday. 5. Oclock. [ , Start insertion, 12 April , End, ] 1764 Dr. Diana I have Thoughts of sending you a Nest of Letters like a nest of Basketts;…
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John Adams to Abigail Adams, April 11, 1764
Braintree Ap. 11th. 1764 My ever dear Diana The Room which I thought would have been an Hospital or a Musaeum, has really proved a Den of Thieves, and a…
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Abigail Adams to Cotton Tufts, April 9, 1764
Monday eve—Weymouth April 9. 1764 Dear Unkle I suppose you have written to me, tho I have not received it, for Mr. Ayers left his pocket Book with the Letters…
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John Adams to Cotton Tufts, April 9, 1764
Ap. 9th 1764 My dear Friend I have nothing to do at present but to play with my Pen. I have long thought with Horace in his Dulce desipere: But…