A long journey has prevented me from writing to any of my friends for some time past.  This was undertaken with a view to benefit a dislocated and ill-set wrist, by the mineral waters of Aix, in Provence.  Finding this hope vain, I was led from other views to cross the Alps as far as Turin, Milan, Genoa; to follow the Mediterranean as far as Cette, the canal of Languedoc, the Garonne, &c, to Paris.  A most pleasing journey it proved; arts and agriculture offering something new at every step, and often things worth our imitation.  But the accounts from our country give me to believe, that we are not in a condition to hope for the imitation of any thing good.  All my letters are filled with details of our extravagance.  From these accounts, I look back to the time of the war, as a time of happiness and enjoyment, when amidst the privation of many things not essential to happiness, we could not run in debt, because nobody would trust us; when we practised, of necessity, the maxim of buying nothing but what we had money in our pockets to pay for; a maxim, which, of all others, lays the broadest foundation for happiness.  I see no remedy to our evils, but an open course of law.  Harsh as it may seem, it would relieve the very patients who dread it, by stopping the course of their extravagance, before it renders their affairs entirely desperate.  The eternal and bitter strictures on our conduct, which teem in every London paper, and are copied from them into others, fill me with anxiety on this subject.  The state of things in Europe is rather threatening at this moment.  The innovations of the Emperor in his dominions, have excited a spirit of resistance.  His subjects in Brabant and Flanders are arming, and he has put forty-five thousand troops in motion towards that country.  I believe they will come to blows.  The parties in Holland have already spilt too much blood to be easily stopped.  If left to themselves, I apprehend the Stadtholderians will be too strong; and if foreign powers interfere, the weight is still on their side.  England and Prussia will be too much for France.  As it is certain that neither of these powers wish for war, and that England and France are particularly averse to it, perhaps the matter may end in an armed mediation.  If the mediators should not agree, they will draw their negotiations into length, and trust to the chapter of accidents for their final solution.  With respect to our country, it stands well with the present ministry here.  The non-payment of our debt is against us.  We are occupied in procuring favorable terms of reception for our produce.

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Adieu, my Dear Sir, and be assured of the sentiments of sincere esteem of your affectionate friend and servant,

Th:  Jefferson.

LETTER LXXII.—­TO J. W. EPPES, July 28,1787

TO J. W. EPPES.

Paris, July 28,1787.

Dear Jack,