The night was troublesome.

On

pany. Tuesday I fafted, and went to the Doctor: he ordered bleeding. On Wednesday I had the teapot, fasted, and was blooded. Wednesday 'night was better. To-day I have dined at Mr. Strahan's at Iflington, with his new wife. To-night there will be opium. To-morrow the teapot. Then heigh for Saturday. I wish the Doctor would bleed me again. Yet every body that I meet fays that I look better than when I was last met.

THE

HE viciffitudes of things, and the eddies of life, are now carrying you fouthward, and me northward. When fhall we meet again?

I must beg of you to fend Mr. Watson's papers to my houfe, directed for him, and fealed

fealed up.
think himself in danger of piracy.

I know not whether he does not

Take care that Sufy fees all that Sophy has seen, that she may tell her travels, and give them a taste of the world. And take care,

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and write to me very often, till we meet again; and keep Mafter in good thoughts of me.Vale.

LETTER CCII.

Το Mrs. THRAL E.

I

MADAM,

Lichfield, May 29, 1779.

of

HAVE now been here a week, and will try to give you my journal, or fuch parts it as are fit in my mind for communication.

On Friday. We fet out about twelve, and lay at Daventry.

On Saturday. We dined with Mr. Rann at Coventry. He intercepted us at the town's end. I faw Tom Johnson, who had hardly life to know that I was with him. I hear he is fince dead. In the evening I came to Lucy,

Lucy, and walked to Stowhill; Mrs. Afton was gone or going to bed; I did not fee her.

Sunday. After dinner I went to Stowhill, and was very kindly received. At night I faw my old friend Brodhurst-you know him -the play-fellow of my infancy, and gave him a guinea.

Monday.-Dr. Taylor came, and we went with Mrs. Cobb to Greenhill Bower. I had not seen it perhaps for fifty years. It is much degenerated. Every thing grows old. Taylor is to fetch me next Saturday.

Mr. Green came to fee us, and I ordered fome phyfick.

Tuesday.-Phyfick, and a little company. I dined, I think, with Lucy both Monday and Tuesday.

Wednesday. I had a few visits, from Peter Thursday. Garrick among the reft, and dined at Stowhill. My breath very fhort.

Friday. I dined at Stowhill. I have taken phyfick four days together.

Saturday.-Mrs. Afton took me out in her chaife, and was very kind. I dined with Mrs.

Cobb,

Cobb, and came to Lucy, with whom I found, as I had done the first day, Lady Smith and Mifs Vyfe.

This is the course of my life. You do not think it much makes me forget Streatham. However it is good to wander a little, left one fhould dream that all the world was Streatham, of which one may venture to fay, none but itfelf can be its parallel.

YOUR

OUR account of Mr. Thrale's illness is very terrible; but when I remember that he feems to have it peculiar to his conftitution, that whatever diftemper he has, he always has his head affected, I am less frighted. The feizure was, I think, not apoplectical, but hysterical, and therefore not dangerous to life. I would

I would have you however confult such phyficians as you think you can beft truft. Bromfield feems to have done well, and by his practice appears not to fufpect an apoplexy. That is a folid and fundamental comfort. I remember Dr. Marfigli, an Italian phyfician, whofe feizure was more violent than Mr. Thrale's, for he fell down helpless, but his cafe was not confidered as of much danger, and he went fafe home, and is now a profeffor at Padua. His fit was confidered as only hysterical.

I hope Sir Philip, who franked your letter, comforts you as well as Mr. Seward. If I can comfort you, I will come to you, but I hope you are now no longer in want of any help to be happy.

I am, &c.

The Doctor fends his compliments; he is one of the people that are growing old.