Dear Sir

at Last, I am in Paris, after a very disagreable Journey of four days; having been very Unwell Most of the way, bad Roads bad horses, & worse Shaize. I have this day, been with the Commissioners, who are perfectly Satisfied, with all that you have done. M^r- Adams¹ particularly, Inquired after you, & Laughed; heartily at your Intention, Carying an answer, back; to the Mesage you Came about. they think a great deal of Our Cruize; indeed More than we did our Selves—they tell Me you will Either Joine Cap^t Whipple or proceed Immediately to America I wish I was Certain of which you wou’d Chuse² I have Recommended, the taking all your Ballast out & giving the Ship Lead Ballast which they approve off, as the Lead is wanted much in a Merica; I hope this will be agreable to you.

& a piece of Newse I am Shure will please you, is, that all your prisoners will be Exchanged= in consequence of which I have Given in, a Guess, at the Numbers, as well as the qualitie, of the prisoners on board as it was wanted Immediately to Send to England, So that in all probability you will Very Soon git the Exchange in your Favour & is as follows—4 Captains 4 Mates & thirty Seven foremast Men; the Reason I gave in So many formastmen, is that I heard you Say, you would Exchange all the Marthey³ people; I Beg you will, for your Own peace of Minde, Exchange evry man you have, that is not americans; you had better Send a particular acc^t. of those you would wish to Exchange with theire Names & Ranks, as Soon as you Can, as it May be wanted, directly. it gave me much pleasure to See, that the Commissn was So well pleased with our Little Cruise & perfectly Satisfied with what you had don; I have been Asked many questions, & have, I hope, given full Satisfaction, to them, as well as you; I do not know when they will dispatch me, as all great people you know, take much time, to do business, but the Minit they are Ready I shall Sett out= you will be Also happy to hear that General how,⁴ has quited Phild^a & that the paltery Remains of the Army of Murderers, are Shut up in New York, from whence I hope they will Very Soon be Routed

the poore Doctor⁵ is Broke out a Fresh & Shews a face as Long, & Lank, as your Arm; he tells me, booger the Chaize & the Road, they have made him worse than ever, So that you may Expect to See him Return in a prety Pickle. I beg the Favour of you, to present my Respects to all the Officers on board the Boston, & believe me to be [&c.]