I once more venture to trespass upon your Lordship's patience and time, by giving you the earliest information of the loss we have sustained, by the death of our excellent and justly-valued friend Mr. Isaac Reed. His paralytic affections have for some years been gradually increasing. To persons thus afflicted all exertion is painful. It has long been an effort of no common sort to move from his room, in which he constantly sat, surrounded by his books, and occasionally relieved by the calls of his friends. Importuned by them, he sometimes, though but seldom, consented to dine out. He dined with Mr. Brathwaite on New-year's day. His appetite continued to the last, as did that of our friend Mr. Steevens; for their complaints were similar. On Sunday evening, Jan. 4th, I called, as usual, to drink tea with him; when, to my surprise and sorrow, I found him confined to his bed. On the morning of the following day it was the misfortune of his surrounding friends to see him dying and dead. The talents and virtues of this excellent man are too well known to your Lordship to need any recital from me. His books will be sold by auction, according to the directions given in his will; which was drawn up by himself with perspicuity and precision, and bore the evident marks of a benevolent mind.