Letters
OF THE
LATE LORD LYTTLETON.
LETTER I.
MY DEAR FRIEND,
YOU do me great injustice: I receive your letters with the greatest pleasure; and I gave your last the usual welcome, though every line was big with reproaches to me. I feel myself greatly mortified that you should have a suspicion of any neglect on my part. When I cease to answer your addresses, you will be justified in supposing me careless about them: till then, you will, I hope, do me the justice, as far at least as relates to yourself, to think well of me. I very sensibly feel the advantage of your good opinion, and the loss of it would greatly affect me. You may be assured that my insensibility to reputation is not such as some part of my conduct may have given you reason to believe: for, after all his blustering and looking big, the heart of the worst man
