[3rd January 1788]
Your verses, my dearest Madam, have so delighted me that I have
copied them in among some of my own most valued pieces, which I
keep sacred for my own use—Do, let me have a few now and then.—
Did you, Madam, know what I feel when you talk of your sorrows!
Good God! that one who has so much worth in the sight of Heaven,
and is so amiable to her fellow-creatures should be so unhappy! I
can’t venture out for cold—My limb is vastly better, but I have not
any use of it without my crutches—Monday, for the first time, I
dine at a neighbour’s next door: as soon as I can go so far, even in a
coach, my first visit shall be to you—Write me when you leave town
and immediately when you return, and I earnestly pray your stay
may be short—You can’t imagine how miserable you made me when
you hinted to me not to write. Farewell.
Sylvander
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