lose yourself. I was born to a million of disappointments: I had set my heart very much upon that young man; but I find he has no business in so corrupt a world. Therefore pray take courage from christianity, which will assist you when humanity fails: I wish I were in his condition, with his virtues. I am a little mending, to my shame be it spoken. I shall also lose a sort of a son as well as you: only our cases are different; for you have more, and it is your duty to preserve yourself for them. I am ever your most affectionate and obedient, &c.
FROM THE BISHOP OF KILMORE[1].
I SEND you the whole piece[2], such as it is: I fear you will find the addition, pursuant to your hint, heavy; for I could not get my imagination warmed to the same degree as in the former part. I hope you will supply what shall be wanting of spirit; and when you have pruned the rough feathers, the ands and thats, &c. you will send the Kite to the Faulconer, to set it a flying. I am your very faithful and obedient servant.
May not I claim three or four copies when printed?
- ↑ Dr. Josiah Harte, afterward archbishop of Tuam.
- ↑ A satire on Quadrille, for which Mr. Faulkner the printer was sent to Newgate.
