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I shall be in London on Wednesday next, but at what Time of the Day I cannot tell at present. -I forgot to ask the Coachman, and it is too far to go back and inquire ; but Harry may know at what Hour I jhall be due, by calling at Charingcross, where the Machine sets up.
Pray do not be shocked at the Sight of me, for though I am rueful, I am hy no Means dismal ; but joined to an unceasing Cholic, and a still subfisting Rheumatism, I have for some Time laboured under a severe Fit of the Gravel, which the
quack Medicine of a Stage-coach will perhaps either kill
Besides, if I eat, I am sick, and if I fast, I am fad. I may fay of Food, as it is said of Matrimony marry and repent, do not marry and repent; and may very aptly apply Martial's Line to my Meals, Nec tecum poffum, &c.
There is no Living with thee nor without thee.
Nor do even my Slumbers yield me Ease from Smart: It is not Apathy I feel; but, like a Limb asleep, I snore in Agony, and ftill dream of Pain.
But I have now quite taken leave of Physicians for the Rest of my Life, or Death-This will be a considerable Saving to my Purfe, perhaps to my Constitution too. I have essayed all their Pills and Potion's in vain, and look upon them to be but a
Sort of Yugglers, who make a Livelihood out of Cups and Balls, at the Expence of the Weak and Credulous. It would be well if they were as innocent also,
I shall call at the Post-office, St. Alban's and woe be to Somebody if I should not receive a Letter there. Adieu, my dearest Wife! and dear Children!
FRANCES to HENRY.
(To St. Alban's.) My best, my dearest Lovs, Have this Instant the real Transport of ra
ceiving Four Letters from you. The Hopes of feeing you
inust ever afford me the sincereft Delight; but the Apprehension of your coming at a Tine when Bulinels, or the Attachments of Friendship, called for your Stay, would have been painful to me, and have mingled an unknown Sensation with the Joy of Meeting, if the Kindness of these Letters had not removed this most aukward and strange Feeling from my Breast, and left no Room for any other, but the Joy of seeing you.
I can never manifest Contrition enough for my Fault; but as it has been my first Offence of this Kind I hope, give me Leave to cry out with the Heralds of the Secular Games among the Romans, celebrated like the Jubilees once only in an Hundred Years, “Come and see a Spectacle that none
ye have ever seen before, or shall ever be" hold again."
Your Description of Mifs Nis the most exact Character of her that can be conceived. You judge Nothing superficially. Other Observers are but Statuaries, you an Anatumist.
The joyful Harry has been at Charing-crofs, and you will be due in London by Three o'Clock To-morrow, if you do not choofe to dine with Duke Humphrey, as my dear Martyr is obliged to do so often whenever he travels.
The Wit and Spirit with which you treat your Shocking Disorder, help sometimes to convey a Sort of aukward Pleasure to my Mind, as it is one that is quite out of its Place. But you seem to resemble an Opera, where the Heroes sometimes sweetly fing their dying Staves in the very Hands of the Exccutioner.
Your whole Life has been a Sort of Trivelinade; and your Manner of compounding with Health and Fortune, with many other Passages in your
Life, prove tha: no che could better determine not to be Trivelin * than yourself.
But beware of Moliere's Fate at laft. Besides, I confess another Fear I am some Times seized with about you ; left, as you contrive to render yourself doubly merry through Life, by rejoicing in its Goods, and sporting equally with its Ills, Providence, who is a great conomist, might think itself pretty nearly impartial in its Distributions to you, by dispensing Happiness or Misery alike.
My Spirits are flurried, my Heart beats -fastthey are talking round me I know not what I write ; this only I am certain, that I am, with the trueft, tendereft, and most grateful Affection, my dearest Harry's ever fond and grateful Wife !
and happy at the Thought of seeing you
* This Character was of a Frenchman of a peculiar and happy Turn of Mind. One · Story of him is fufficient to explain the above Passage : Being fatigued with the Heat of the Day once on a Journey, he alighted and took a Nap on the Road, having forft fastened the Bridle round his Arm. Some Thief Dipt off the Headfall, and fole away the Horse. When he awoke, he argued with himself thus, " Either I am Trivelin, or I am not--if I am, I have “ loft a Horse, if not, I have gained a Bridle." la fine, he determined the Doubt in bis own Fayour, and returned Home rejoiciag in bis Advantage.