Tuesday Aug. 15

THANK thee, Jack, most heartily I thank thee, for the sober conclusion of thy last!--I have a good mind for the sake of it to forgive thy till now absolutely unpardonable extracts. 

But dost think I will lose such an angel, such a forgiving angel, as this?--By my soul, I will not!--To pray for mercy for such an ungrateful miscreant!--How she wounds, how she cuts me to the soul by her exalted generosity!--But SHE must have mercy upon me first!--Then will she teach me a reliance for the sake of which her prayer for me will be answered. 

But hasten, hasten to me, particulars of her health, of her employments, of he conversation.

I am sick only of love!--Oh that I could have called her mine!--It would the have been worth while to be sick!--To have sent for her down to me from town and to have had her with healing in her dove-like wings flying to my comfort; he duty and her choice to pray for me, and to bid me live for her sake!-Oh Jack what an angel have I -- 

But I have not lost her!--I will not lose her! I am almost well; should be quit well but for these prescribing rascals, who to do credit to their skill will make the disease of importance--And I will make her mine!--And be sick again, to entitle myself to her dutiful tenderness, and pious as well as personal concern!