choose to indulge them in their follies, than attempt to set them right. I desire you may not inform your husband[1] of what has past, for a reason I shall give you when I see you, which may be this evening, if you will. I am very sincerely your friend,
TO THE DUKE OF DORSET.
IT has been my great misfortune, that, since your grace's return to this kingdom, I have not been able to attend you as my duty and gratitude for your favours, as well as the honour of having been so many years known to you, obliged me to do. I have been pursued by two old disorders, a giddiness and deafness, which used to leave me in three or four weeks, but now have continued four months. Thus I am put under a necessity to write what I would rather have chosen to say in your grace's presence.
On Monday last week, toward evening, there came to the deanery one Mr. Bettesworth; who, being told by the servants that I was gone to a friend's house, went thither to inquire for me, and was admitted into the street parlour. I left my
- ↑ This letter was occasioned by some accounts from London, relative to Mr. Pilkington, which Mrs. Pilkington has given us at large, in her memoirs, Vol. I, p. 105.
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