YOUR last letter was dated the 10th February; in it
you promised to write again the next day. At least, I did not expect so long,
so unfriend-like, a silence. There was a time, Col., when a remissness of this sort in a dear friend would
have lain very heavy on my mind, but latterly I have been too familiar with
neglect to feel much from the semblance of it. Yet, to suspect one’s self
overlooked and in the way to oblivion, is a feeling rather humbling; perhaps,
as tending to self-mortification, not unfavourable to the spiritual state.
Still, as you meant to confer no benefit on the soul of your friend, you do not
stand quite clear from the imputation of unkindliness (a word by which I mean
the diminutive of unkindness). Lloyd
tells me he has been very ill, and was on the point of leaving you. I addressed
a letter to him at Birmingham: perhaps he got it not, and is still with you. I
hope his ill-health has not prevented his attending to a request I made in it,
that he would write again very soon to let me know how he was. I hope to God
poor Lloyd is not very bad, or in ft very bad way. Pray
satisfy me about these things. And then David
Hartley was unwell; and how is the small philosopher, the
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By the way, Lloyd may have told you about my sister. I told him. If not, I have taken her out of her confinement, and taken a room for her at Hackney, and spend my Sundays, holidays, &c., with her. She boards herself. In one little half year’s illness, and in such an illness of such a nature and of such consequences! to get her out into the world again, with a prospect of her never being so ill again—this is to be ranked not among the common blessings of Providence. May that merciful God make tender my heart, and make me as thankful, as in my distress I was earnest, in my prayers. Congratulate me on an ever-present and never-alienable friend like her. And do, do insert, if you have not lost, my dedication. It will have lost half its value by coming so late. If you really are going on with that volume, I shall be enabled in a day or two to send you a short poem to insert. Now, do answer this. Friendship, and acts of friendship, should be reciprocal, and free as the air; a friend should never be reduced to beg an alms of his fellow. Yet I will beg an alms; I entreat you to write, and tell me all about poor Lloyd, and all of you. God love and preserve you all.