To Richard Waller, Esq.
Boston, N.E.Sir,
You cannot but form some very strange Conjectures, concerning the Matter which upon the first Opening of this Letter, you find enclosed in it, if you allow any time for Conjecturing before you have read all the Letter over.
If I make so much Haste, as to tell you, that you have here enclosed, a Snow-ball, you will wonder what the American Snow should be made of; & you will affirm, this is the first Time that ever a Gentleman sent his Friend a Parcel of Snow wrapt up in a Letter to him; at least at such a Distance, as the Breadth of the wide Atlantic.
When you have read of Heaven giving Snow like Wool, I know, you have taken it, as it is, for a poetical Expression; & very much approv’d and admir’d the Sacred Poetry.
But a Snow of Wool without a Metaphor is a thing so unusual, as to be almost Incredible; And yett I must ask that such a Thing may find some Credit with you.
For, Sir, I do assure you, That this Wool did fall from Heaven; and a considerable Quantity of it; at a Time when more common Snow was falling.
I have unhappily mislaid the large, & full, and well-asserted Account of it, with which I furnished myself, at the Time of it, which was a few Years ago: so that I cannot be so particular in my Relation, as I shall be; if I happen to recover it.