In a letter of August the 30th, 1785, I had the honor of mentioning to you what had passed here, on the subject of a convention for the regulation of the two post offices.  I now inclose you a letter from the Baron D’Ogny, who is at the head of that department, which shows that he still expects some arrangement.  I have heard it said, that M. de Creve-coeur is authorized to treat on this subject.  You doubtless know if this be true.  The articles may certainly be better adjusted there, than here.  This letter from the Baron D’Ogny was in consequence of an application from a servant of mine, during my absence, which would not have been made had I been here.  Nor will it be repeated; it being my opinion and practice to pay small sums of money, rather than to ask favors.

I have the honor to inclose you also, copies of a letter and papers from the Marechal de Castries, on the claim of an individual against the State of South Carolina, for services performed on board the Indian; and the petition of another, on a like claim:  also copies of letters received from O’Bryan at Algiers, and from Mr. Lambe.  A letter of the 26th of May, from Mr. Montgomery, at Alicant, informs me, that by a vessel arrived at Carthagena from Algiers, they learn the death of the Dey of that republic.  Yet, as we hear nothing of it through any other channel, it may be doubted.  It escaped me at the time of my departure to Aix, to make arrangements for sending you the gazettes regularly, by the packets.  The whole are now sent, though a great part of them are so old as to be not worth perusal.  Your favor of April the 24th, has been duly received.

I have the honor,to be, with sentiments of the most perfect esteem and respect.  Sir, your most obedient and most humble servant,

Th:  Jefferson.

LETTER LXII.—­TO MADAME DE CORNY, June 30,1787

TO MADAME DE CORNY.

Paris, June 30,1787.

On my return to Paris, it was among my first attentions to go to the rue Chaussee d’Antin, No. 17, and inquire after my friends whom I had left there.  I was told they were in England.  And how do you like England, Madam?  I know your taste for the works of art gives you little disposition to Anglomania.  Their mechanics certainly exceed all others in some lines.  But be just to your own nation.  They have not patience, it is true, to set rubbing a piece of steel from morning to night, as a lethargic Englishman will do, full charged with porter.  But do not their benevolence, their cheerfulness, their amiability, when compared with the growling temper and manners of the people among whom you are, compensate their want of patience?  I am in hopes that when the splendor of their shops, which is all that is worth seeing in London, shall have lost the charm of novelty, you will turn a wishful eye to the good people of Paris, and find that you cannot be so happy with any others.  The Bois de Boulogne invites you earnestly