Indeed says Mrs Carter at Breakfast a Fire this morning would be very pleasant--Yes says I, for I have had the look & feeling of November all the morning; My Room shut up, My Coat buttoned, & yet my Body cold Besides!--Mr Carter on this, advanced a strange Assertion, that there is not a single Person on this whole Continent, if this Change is as powerful through the Continent as it is here, who is not to day, in a greater or less Degree affected with a Fever!--My poor skinny Body, I know is in a prodigious Tumult; I impute it tho to my ride Yesterday to Church in the schorching Sun; & to drinking five or six Glasses of Wine extraordinary--_Priscilla_ & _Harriot_ are confined at Home of an eruptive Fever, some think it a Swine Pox at any Rate they are sick, & break out into Pustules--I am in such Ferment to Day that I cannot sit nor Walk, nor Write with any Stomach--I made out tho' with some Difficulty to finish a rough Draught of my Sermon, & laid by for future Perusal. _Teusday 12._ Indeed I enjoy this fine cool weather, says Ben as he lay on his Back in the Bed rubbing his Eyes, & ears about half after six o-Clock; _Lancelot Lee_ had never I am sure, more sensible Pleasure in swallowing a well prepar'd Dinner--To be sure I have slept last Night with the sweetest composure in Spight of the Chinches, & in spight of my Disorder!--Get up, Lump of Indolence, said I to him; Get up & clap to _Virgil_ instead of lying there & boasting--Breakfasted with us Captain Guthrie, of a Small Schooner of _Norfolk_; & Mr Stadley the Musician--I love this good German, He used to teach in _New York_ & _Philadelphia_--He has much simplicity & goodness of heart--He performs extremely well--He is kind & sociable with me--Dined with us one--one--Mr--Mr--I forget his name--I know his trade tho': An Inspector--He is rather Dull, & seems unacquainted with company for when he would, at Table, drink our Health, he held the Glass of Porter fast with both his Hands, and then gave an insignificant nod to each one at the Table, in Hast, & with fear, & then drank like an Ox--The Good Inspector, at the second toast, after having seen a little our Manner "Gentlemen & Ladies (but there was none in Womans Cloathing at Table except Mrs Carter) The King"--I thought that during the Course of the Toasts, he was better pleased with the Liquor than with the manner in which he was at this Time obliged to use it--I made a b[e]gining of my Latin Thesis--"Cuinam Usui inservi: at Lex moralis sub Evangeliis." I made out to write thus much--Duabus hisce Propositionibus sequentibus simulatim Respondeo.--But if I wrote so much every Day for a twelve Month my Thesis will be short. The Day is pleasant, cool enough: & my disorder which has been for several days a growing painful _Dysentery_, seems to have subsided-- [LETTER OF PHILIP V. FITHIAN TO ELIZABETH BEATTY] Nominy-Hall July 12. 1774. TO LAURA.