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LETTERS TO AND FROM
LETTERS OF UNCERTAIN DATE.
FROM THE DUCHESS OF HAMILTON.
DEAR DEAN,
WEDNESDAY, (YEAR UNCERTAIN).
WHEN we were together last, I remember we spoke of a certain stanza, which you suspected me parent of, by reason there were some things in it, you were sure I should have said twelve years ago. If this be a rule, I am certain you are not dean Swift; for twelve years ago your promised letter had not been so long in coming to me. All I can say is, I wish you had been twelve years ago what I wish you now, and that you were now what you was twelve years ago to
Your real friend and humble servant,
FROM THE DUKE OF WHARTON.
DEAR DEAN,
MONDAY MORNING, (YEAR UNCERTAIN)
I SHALL embark for England to morrow. It would be necessary for me to take leave of lord
Molesworth
