(seq. 4)

Princeton, November — 1795.

William,

The rock is there yet. Leonard and
I have been studying near it to day. He declares
that he can write a letter sooner than I. Now I am go-
ing to try. Nonsense heaped upon nonsense. No mat-
ter L [Til?] I can only beat him. Well, we have had a
fine vacation. We have visited and studied. We have
talked and walked. We live as happy as kings. The
other day we were at Mr Mason's. Sally, Lucretia
Mirick, & Polly Harrington were there. We had
a noble time. In the evening we broke the Pope's
neck &c. Leonard presented Polly Harrington
with that which resembled a spark in name and
feeling; & she was to quench it. What do you think of
that. Well, what shall I say next. I am quite run out.
Why I have a terrible parcel of things to say and yet
I can say nothing. Here comes in Leonard's father