Saturday even: St James Square No 2 [8th December 1787]
I can say with truth, Madam, that I never met with a person in my
life whom I more anxiously wished to meet again than yourself.—
Tonight I was to have had that very great pleasure—I was intoxicated
with the idea—but an unlucky fall from a coach has so bruised one
of my knees that I can’t stir my leg off the cushion. So, if I don’t see you
again, I shall not rest in my grave for chagrin—I was vexed to
the soul 1 had not seen you sooner; I determined to cultivate your
friendship with the enthusiasm of Religion, but thus has Fortune
ever served me—I cannot bear the idea of leaving Edinburgh without
seeing you—I know not how to account for it—I am strangely taken
with some people; nor am I often mistaken. You are a stranger to
me; but I am an odd being: some yet unnamed feelings; things not
principles, but better than whims, carry me farther than boasted
reason ever did a Philosopher.
Farewell! every happiness be yours!
Robt Burns
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