[dateline] Haverhill Novr. 1st. 1785
My two Brothers, Leonard and Charles,1
leave us tomorrow for Cambridge, and you would perhaps strike me from your books,
was I to let
them go without writing something: and as my inclination and my interest, are in this
both on one side of the Question, I will say some thing, though it may not be worth
You know not how often I have thought of you, and wish'd for you, since you left us;2
and now I am about to be entirely forsaken; Leonard
and Charles, who have been since they arrived two sources of great pleasure, and amusement
me, will be gone to morrow and I shall have for my Consolation little else, but my
one or two families I can visit in the only manner which can give me any pleasure;
without form or Ceremony: and with their kindness and that of the family I am in,
spend the Winter as agreeably, as the impatient State of my mind, will permit.
How do you come on with the hymn of Cleanthes?3
I shall insist upon it, that you send me your translation, as soon as it is finish'd,
shall have mine at the same time; you will remember, to give <it>
the book to
with my Love when you have done with
it. I wish to see his skill try'd too, on the same Subject.
I have had a most noble feast since you left us: a Letter from my Sister of 32 pages;
sorry it did not come before you went, that you might have read it. The latest of
the dates is
You will not forget my request concerning a Chum6
—a sober, studious youth, of a good moral and literary Character, is what I wish for,
hope, you may find such a one.
Your affectionate Cousin.
A Very different Letter this, from that, I wrote you last;7
I endeavoured before I began, to write; <but my?>
but I cannot; put content in my face, or on my Paper, when I have it not at heart.
perhaps, will be like the last. Adieu.