opinion about the matter. The common gossiping of washerwomen must be less disgusting than the continual and eternal fence and attack of Rousseau and these sublime Petticoats. One calls herself Clara and her friend Julia, two of Ro〈u〉sseau's heroines--they all 〈for at〉 the same time christen poor Jean Jacques St. Preux--who is the pure cavalier of his famous novel. Thank God I am born in England with our own great Men before my eyes. Thank God that you are fair and can love me without being Letter-written and sentimentaliz'd into it.--Mr Barry Cornwall1 has sent me another Book, his first, with a polite note. I must do what I can to make him sensible of the esteem I have for his kindness. If this north east would take a turn it would be so much the better for me. Good bye, my love, my dear love, my beauty--
love me for ever.
My dearest Girl,
I continue much the same as usual, I think a little better. My Spirits are better also, and consequently I am more resign'd to my confinement. I dare not think of you much or write much to you. Remember me to all.
Ever your affectionate
My dear Fanny,
I think you had better not make any long stay with me when Mr Brown is at home. Whenever he goes out you may bring your work. You will have a pleasant walk to-____________________