Suffice it to say that my ill-treatment does not prey upon my spirits; I am in excellent health and spirits and have great reason to be thankful to Heaven for thousands of blessings which one or two reverses shall not make me forget.

Reverses do I call them?
How trifling are my troubles to the millions of my fellow creatures who are afflicted with all the dreadful calamities incident to this life.

Reverses do I call them?
No, they are blessings compared with the miseries of thousands.
Indeed, I am too ungrateful.

If a thing does not result just as I wish, I begin to repine; I forget the load of blessings which I enjoy: life, health, parents whose kindness exceeds the kindest; brothers, relatives, and friends; advantages which no one else enjoys for the pursuit of a favorite art, besides numerous others; all which are forgotten the moment an unpleasant disappointment occurs.

I am very ungrateful.
With respect to peace, I can only say I should not be surprised if the preliminaries were signed before January.