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health augment as fast as I fear it pleases God hers must decline: I believe that would be very fast may the Life that is added to you be past in good fortune and tranquillity, rather of your own giving to your felf, than from any Expectations or Trust in others. - May you and I live together, without wishing more felicity or acquisitions than Friendship can give and receive without obligations to Greatness

-God keep you, and three or four more of those I have known as long, that I may have something worth the surviving my Mother. Adieu, dear Gay, and believe me (while you live, and while I live)

Your, &c.

As I told you in my last letter, I repeat it in this: Do not think of writing to me. The Doctor, Mrs.Howard, and Mrs. Blount give me daily accounts of

you.

Sunday Night,

Dear Sir,

I

to see

Truly rejoyc'd

your

hand-writing, tho's fear'd the trouble it might give you. I wish I had not known that you are still so excessively weak. Every day for

a week

a week past I had hopes of being able in a day or two more to see you. But my poor Mother advances not at all, gains no ftrength, and seems but upon the whole to wait for the next cold Day to throw her into a Diarrhea that must, if it return, carry her off. This being daily to be fear'd, makes me not dare to go a day from her, left that should prove to be her Last. God fend you a speedy recovery, and such a total one as at your time of Life may be expected. You need not call the few Words I writ to you

either kind, or good; That was, and is, nothing. But whatever I have in my Nature of Kindness, I really have for you, and whatever Good I could do, I wou'd among

the
very

first be glad to do to you. In your circumstance the old Roman farewell is proper. Vive ! mem.or nostri.

Pour, &c.

I send you a very kind letter of Mr. Digby, between whom and me two letters have pass’d concerning you.

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Dear Gay,
O words can tell

you
the

great concern I feel for you; I assure you it

was

was not, and is not lessen'd, by the immediate apprehension I have now every day lain under of losing my Mother. Be afsur’d, no Duty less than that, should have kept me one day from attending your condition : I would come and take a Room by you at Hampstead, to be with you daily, were she not still in danger of death. I have constantly had particular accounts of you from the Doctor, which have not ceas'd to alarm me yet. God preserve your life, and restore your health. I really beg it for my own fake, for I feel I love you more than I thought, in health, tho' I always lov'd you a great deal. If I am lo unfortunate as to bury my poor Mother, and yet have the good fortune to have my prayers hcard for you, I hope we may live most of our remaining days together. If, as I believe, the air of a better clime as the Southern Part of France, may be thought useful for your recovery, thither I would go with you infallibly; and it is very probable we might get the Dean with us, who is in that abandon'd state already in which I shall shortly be, as to other Cares and Duties. Dear Gay, be as chearful as your Sufferings will permit: God is a better friend than a Court : Even any honeft man is a better. I promise you my entire friendship

in all events, heartily praying for your recovery.

Your, &c.

Do not write, if you are ever so able : The Doctor tells me all.

I

Dear Sir,
AM glad to hear of the progress of

your recovery, and the oftner I hear it the better, when it becomes easy to you to give it me. I so well remember the Confolation you were to me in my Mother's former lîlness, that it doubles my Concern at this time not to be able to be with

you, or you able to be with me. Had I loft her, I wou'd have been no where else but with you during your confinement. I have now paft five weeks without once going from home, and without any company but for three or four of the days. Friends rarely stretch their kindness fo far as ten miles. My Lord Boling broke and Mr. Bethel have not forgotten to visit me : the rest (except Mrs. Blount once) were contented to send messages. I never pass’d so melancholy a time, and now Mr. Congreve's death touches me nearly. It is twenty years that I have known him. Every year carries away

fome

thing dear with it, till we out-live all ten dernesses, and become wretched Individuals again as we begun. Adieu ! This is my Birth-day, and this is my Reflection upon it :

With added Days if life give nothing 110w, But, like a Sieve, let ev'ry Pleasure thro'; Some Joy still loft, as each vain Year runs o’er, And all we gain, Jome fad Reflection more ! Is this a Birth-day?- 'Tis, alas ! too clear, 'Tis but the Funeral of the former Year.

I am Yours, 6.

Twick'nam, July 21.
Dear Gay,
OU have the same share in my me-

mory that good things generally have; I always know (whenever I reflect) that you should be in my mind; only I reflect too seldom. However, you ought to allow me the Indulgence I allow all my Friends, (and if I did not, They would takeit) in consideration that they have other avocations; which may prevent the Proofs of their remembring me, tho'they preserve for me all the friendlhip, and good-will which I deserve from them. In like manner I expect from you, that my past life

of

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