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LETTERS TO AND FROM
TO MRS. WHITEWAY.
I HAVE been very miserable all night, and to day extremely deaf and full of pain. I am so stupid and confounded, that I cannot express the mortification I am under both in body and mind. All I can say is, That I am not in torture; but I daily and hourly expect it. Pray let me know how your health is and your family. I hardly understand one word I write. I am sure my days will be very few; few and miserable they must be.
I am, for those few days, yours entirely,
If I do not blunder, it is Saturday, July 26, 1740.
If I live till Monday, I shall hope to see you, perhaps for the last time.
TO THE SAME.
DEAR MADAM,
JANUARY 13, 1740-41.
YOUR son[1], who was with me yesterday, and staid the whole afternoon till near ten o'clock, gave
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