My Dear General:
Your Letter of the 12 I this Day rec'd, and shall observe your Directions as far as in my power. The No. of Sick at this Post is upward of 200, and increasing daily. We yesterday rec'd an Addition of 46 from the Virginia Line—should be able to discharge a considerable Number in the Course of next Week, had the Men Clothing & Shoes to defend them from the Inclemency of the Weather on their March to join your Army. As soon as Waggons can be procured, a Senior, Junior and Mate, in Addition to those already at Charlotte, shall be sent forward with the Hospital commissary.
My dearest and best friend, I perceive by your Letter that you have not been advised of the Death of your beloved Son; that melancholly Event was communicated to Me by Major Armstrong in his last, dated Berkley, M. Throgmortons, Oct. 12. He left Mrs. Gates the day before preparing to set out for Piedmont, where He had been invited to spend a Week or two. The Major informs me that except her poignt. Distresses for the greatest of all Losses She was free from any Disease, and waits your Determination relative to her Coming Southward to you, or moving
Congress have made a new Arrangement in the Midl. Department, and have left all your friends here out of their Appointments. I am glad they have given Me an Opportunity of retiring. Our affairs have arrived at that state in which the Poet says the Post of Honor is a private Station. I have not yet got the better of my Agues, and fear I must visit the Sea Shore before I go to the Northward, which will be as soon as Congress shall be pleased to send down Gent'n to take Charge of the Hospitals here.