with the remainder of the money as soon as may be; or if you could,
before you come, visit Dr. Mead, who was principal of, and agent for,
the first grantees of the town of Landaff, the settlement of which is
now retarded and discouraged by the influence of Mr. Joseph Davenport,
who has inspired an apprehension in the minds of the populace that
they shall be exposed to a quarrel, if they should settle there, etc.
I wish I could send you a copy of the College Charter, and enable you
to discourse understandingly with Dr. Mead, and let him see how amply
this incorporation is endowed, and how independent it is made of this
government or any other incorporation; that the first object of the
royal grant of said township was the dispersed Indian natives, and to
this corporation only in trust for that purpose; that such a matter of
controversy can be decided by no judicatory but supreme, or one equal
to that which incorporated it, that is the Continental Congress; that
unless they can prove that the fee of those lands was not in reality
in the king when the charter thereof was given to the College and the
grant made to the grantees (however irregular and unkind the steps
taken may have been), they will find it difficult, if not
impracticable, to recover it. However, to prevent any expense in that
matter, quiet the minds of people and facilitate the settlement, as
well as exercise proper regard to those who have looked upon
themselves injured thereby, I would propose some conditions of
agreement with those first grantees, whereby I might obtain their
quitclaims to the premises; that is, either a sum of money, or some
other way. What if you should see Dr. Mead and discourse with him
before you come hither? But the bearer is waiting. Accept love to you
and yours, etc., from your affectionate,

"Mr. Jabez Bingham, Jun."

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This letter was evidently written by President Wheelock.

MISCELLANEOUS MATTER.

"Since there is great misrepresentations by some concerning my life
and education, I take this opportunity to give the world, in few
words, the true account of my education. I was born a heathen in
Mmoyanheeunnuck, alias Mohegan, in New London, North America. My
parents were altogether heathens, and I was educated by them in their
heathenish notions, though there was a sermon preached to our Mohegan
tribe sometimes, but our Indians regarded not the Christian religion.
They would pers