WASHINGTON, December
28, 1849.
MY DEAR WIFE,—There
is a bundle of papers in my office up stairs, inclosed in a pasteboard paper,
and tied up with tape, containing the letters from General Taylor to me. Among
them is one from him to me, dated at Monterey, in Mexico, I think, in
September, 1847. He and I differ about the contents of that letter; and I wish
you would find it, and get Thomas to make and send me a neat copy of it, and
put up the original back again where you find it.
I am still staying
at the National Hotel, where I have a good parlor and bed-room, for which and
my board I pay thirty dollars per week. The British Minister occupies rooms
near mine, and I yesterday dined with him. He has his wife with him, a niece of
the Duke of Wellington, a plain, but sensible person.
I have dined with
the President, but declined to dine with Clayton and Reverdy Johnson, on
account of a bad cold. These people are all civil with me, but nothing more.
From everybody, of
both parties, I receive friendly attentions and kind consideration.
My love to John.
SOURCE: Calvin
Colton, Editor, The Private Correspondence of Henry Clay, p. 594-5
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