January 19

[Writing from my retirement at Monticello on January 19, 1821, I address Francis Eppes, my grandson who was pursuing his higher education. During this late period of my life, I sought to guide his intellectual development while fiercely shielding my controversial private opinions from the hostile religious and political factions of the era. My grandfatherly relationship allowed me to speak with absolute freedom, evaluating influential thinkers without fear of public scandal. I defend both Lord Bolingbroke and Thomas Paine as honest advocates for human liberty who naturally made bitter enemies of contemporary religious authorities, contrasting Paine’s familiar prose style with Bolingbroke's grand, Ciceronian eloquence. Paine’s early writing style was so uncannily simple and devastatingly effective that his foundational revolutionary pamphlet Common Sense was widely believed by the public to have been written by Benjamin Franklin under a borrowed name.]

You ask my opinion of Lord Bolingbroke and Thomas Paine. They were alike in making bitter enemies of the priests and pharisees of their day. Both were honest men; both advocates for human liberty. Paine wrote for a country which permitted him to push his reasoning to whatever length it would go. Lord Bolingbroke in one restrained by a constitution, and by public opinion. He was called indeed a tory; but his writings prove him a stronger advocate for liberty than any of his countrymen, the whigs of the present day. Irritated by his exile, he committed one act unworthy of him, in connecting himself momentarily with a prince rejected by his country. But he redeemed that single act by his establishment of the principles which proved it to be wrong. These two persons differed remarkably in the style of their writing, each leaving a model of what is most perfect in both extremes of the simple and the sublime. No writer has exceeded Paine in ease and familiarity of style, in perspicuity of expression, happiness of elucidation, and in simple and unassuming language. In this he may be compared with Dr. Franklin; and indeed his Common Sense was, for awhile, believed to have been written by Dr. Franklin, and published under the borrowed name of Paine, who had come over with him from England. Lord Bolingbroke's, on the other hand, is a style of the highest order. The lofty, rhythmical, full-flowing eloquence of Cicero. Periods of just measure, their members proportioned, their close full and round. His conceptions, too, are bold and strong, his diction copious, polished and commanding as his subject. His writings are certainly the finest samples in the English language, of the eloquence proper for the Senate. His political tracts are safe reading for the most timid religionist, his philosophical, for those who are not afraid to trust their reason with discussions of right and wrong.

[Writing from my retirement at Monticello on January 19, 1821, I address Archibald Thweat, a Virginia planter and political ally. During this period of rising sectional tension, the John Marshall Supreme Court was rapidly expanding central power, deeply alarming advocates of state sovereignty. My shared political bond with Thweat allows me to decline an invitation to rejoin public life due to my advanced age, while still offering a fierce critique of federal overreach. I identify the federal judiciary as a dangerous instrument working tirelessly like gravity to compress the states into a single consolidated mass, declaring that the states must ultimately stand up and meet this central invader foot to foot.]

I duly received your favor of the 11th, covering Judge Roane's letter, which I now return. Of the kindness of his sentiments expressed towards myself I am highly sensible; and could I believe that my public services had merited the approbation he so indulgently bestows, the satisfaction I should derive from it would be reward enough to his wish that I would take a part in the transactions of the present day. I am sensible of my incompetence. For first, I know little about them, having long withdrawn my attention from public affairs, and resigned myself with folded arms to the care of those who are to care for us all. And, next, the hand of time pressing heavily on me, in mind as well as body, leaves to neither sufficient energy to engage in public contentions. I am sensible of the inroads daily making by the federal, into the jurisdiction of its co-ordinate associates, the State governments. The legislative and executive branches may sometimes err, but elections and dependence will bring them to rights. The judiciary branch is the instrument which, working like gravity, without intermission, is to press us at last into one consolidated mass. Against this I know no one who, equally with Judge Roane himself, possesses the power and the courage to make resistance; and to him I look, and have long looked, as our strongest bulwark. If Congress fails to shield the States from dangers so palpable and so imminent, the States must shield themselves, and meet the invader foot to foot. This is already half done by Colonel Taylor's book; because a conviction that we are right accomplishes half the difficulty of correcting wrong. This book is the most effectual retraction of our government to its original principles which has ever yet been sent by heaven to our aid. Every State in the Union should give a copy to every member they elect, as a standing instruction, and ours should set the example. Accept with Mrs. Thweat the assurance of my affectionate and respectful attachment.