copies. The printer[1] applied to my friends, and got many things from England. The man was civil and humble, but I had no dealings with him, and therefore he consulted some friends, who were readier to direct him than I desired they should. I saw one poem on you and a great minister, and was not sorry to find it there.
I fear you are tired; I cannot help it; nor could avoid the convenience of writing, when I might be in no danger of postofficers. I am, sir, with the truest respect and esteem,
Your most obedient and
obliged humble servant,
FROM MRS. PENDARVES.
YOU have never yet put it in my power to accuse you of want of civility; for since my acquaintance with you, you have always paid me more than I expected: but I may sometimes tax you with want of kindness; which, to tell you the truth, I did for a month at least. At last I was informed your not writing to me was occasioned by your ill state of health; that changed my discontent, but did not
