BATH, Jan. 25 [1740-41].
DEAR SIR, — I am always sincerely yours, and always glad to hear of you, with or without business. Surely nothing can be said to, or I fear done for this poor unhappy man, who will not suffer himself to have a friend. But I will immediately send him another ten pound (besides my own, which is paid him), and take what money you can collect in re-payment: if more, it shall be accounted for him; if less, I will be at the loss. I would not trouble Mr. Lewis, nor you further at present; and perhaps if you give it Dodsley, he will take umbrage at that too. I have really taken more pains not to affront him than if my bread had depended on him. He would be to be forgiven, if it was misfortune only, and not pride, that made him captious. All I can say is, I wish Providence would be kind to him in our stead, but till then he is miserable. What I writ to him, you may easily imagine, he has mistaken. It could only be that you was trying to collect for him, or that I would take care it should be sent by Mr. Lewis or to that purpose.
I have written to few or none of my friends since I have been here; but I have left a Spy in Town (unknown to you all) who gives me accounts of those I am concerned about. I hope Mr. Lyttleton is now perfectly recovered. Pray make him remember that I am his for life, — and bid him tell Mr. West so in particular. I hope to meet you all in a few weeks. Adieu till then, and believe me, truly, dear sir, yours.