[dateline] [Braintree, 19 August 1778]1
[salute] My dear Sir
This Moment your favour of August the 62
is come to hand. My Heart reproaches me that I have not before this time told you
that according to the Scotch Song “I had banishd all my Grief for I was sure the News
was true and I was sure he's well.”—Indeed Sir I have been so much absorbed in my
own happiness and so selfish that I have scarcly thought of communicating it.
But a debt of gratitude is due to you who not with standing the weight of publick
cares which must engrose all your hours, have frequently devoted those which Nature
requires for repose, to the Benevolent purpose of giving ease and dissapating the
fears and anxieties of your greatly obliged Friend. No additional proof was wanting
to convin[c]e me that the Native Sensibility, tenderness and Benevolence of Mr. L[ovel]l could suffer no alteration or dimunation, by any buisness or employment in which
he could be engaged—that it is an innate principal and displays itself in every action
of his life and of this he may be assured if it will give him any satisfaction that
the happy talent he possesses in the Manifestation of those virtues will ever attach
the fair Sex to him and in a perticuliar manner.