Dès que Robin eut vu partir Toinette, Ces derniers mots, fans ceffer, il répéte, Il n'eft berger qui fon mal ne regrette; C'est grand pitié d'estre loin de s'amic. Now you fee there is fomething in dreams. But why is not your alarming letter more particular about your complaint? Do they nurse you as tenderly as I would? Are they careful about your medicines? For God's fake tell them all round what happened lately here to Sir William Yorke, the chief justice. Sir William was grievously afflicted with the ftone. In his fevere fits he used to take a certain quantity of laudanum drops. On calling for his ufual remedy, during the most racking pains of his distemper, the drops could not be found. The fervant was dispatched to his apo thecary; thecary; but, instead of laudanum drops, he afked for laudanum. A quantity of laudanum was accordingly fent, with special charge not to give Sir William more than twenty-four drops. But the fellow, forgetting the caution, gave the bottle into his mafter's hand, who, in his agony, drank up the whole contents, and expired in less than an hour. Why, my dearest love, did you conceal your illness from me fo long? Now, you may have revealed the fituation of your health to me too late. God forbid!If I write more, I fhall write like a madman. A gentleman takes this who fails for England to-day. To-morrow or next day the Colonel will be here. If Lord S. as I have reason to expect, has influenced him to refuse me leave of abfence, I will most certainly fell out out directly, which I have an opportunity to do. At any rate I will be with you in a few days. If I come without a commiffion you must not be angry. To find you both dif pleased and ill, will be too much for your poor H. For my fake, be careful. Dr.-I infift upon your not having any longer. His experience and humanity are upon a par. Pofitively you must contrive fome method for me to fee you. How can love like mine support existence if you should be ill, and I fhould not be permitted to fee you!-But I can neither think nor write any more. LETTER To the SA M E. XLI. Cannon Coffee-houfe, Charing-Crofs, 4 May, 77. Did you get the incoherent fcrawls I wrote you yesterday and the day before? Your's I have this inftant read and wept over. Your feeble writing speaks you weaker than you own. Heavens, am I come hither only to find I must not fee you! Better I had staid in Ireland. Yet, now do I breathe the fame air with you. Nothing but your note last night could have prevented me, at all hazards, from forcing my way to your bedfide. In vain did I watch the windows afterwards, to gather information from the paffing lights whether you were better or worse. For God of Heaven's fake fend me an answer to this. LET LETTER XLII. To Mr. A. 4 May, 1777, My dear mistress bids me write this from her mouth" These are the laft words I fpeak. My last thoughts will be on you, my dearest dear H. In the next world we shall meet. Live, and cherish my memory. Accept the contents of this little box. Be a friend to my children. My little girl" LETTER XLIII. To the SAME. My dear Soul, A. 4 May, 1777; At the hazard of my life I write this to tell you Heaven has fpared my life to your prayers. The unfinished note, which my hafty maid-I can't go on. Sir, My dear Mistress bids me fay, Sir, that her diforder has taken a turn within this hour, and K 3 the |