Sunderland, April 15th, 1764.
I was agreeably surpriz'd at the receit of yours, for I imagin'd myself hid in a corner where no sagacity could find me. Your letter has made the tour of the North, from Edinburgh it was sent to Stockton, from Stockton to Whitby, from Whitby to Sunderland, and here it found me last week, so scrawled on the outside with different Post Marks and directions, that 'twas scarce intelligible. I am much oblig'd to you for the trouble you took in enquiring after me, and shall think myself happy if your favour me with your Correspondence. I should be glad to know your proper address, as we are told the Priveledge of franking will expire, enclosing to you will not be so convenient. I could have wish'd the Whitby Prologue had not reach'd the St. James Mag. at least with my name, for I would have endeavour'd, had I thoughts of inserting anything, to have sent up something a little more to the purpose: however, Sir, I am oblig'd to you for your partiality in thinking it deserv'd a place there. — Direct for me at the Post Office, Sunderland, near Durham. I shall stay here about two months, and have no thoughts as yet of quitting the neighbourhood, my Situation being attended with more profit than it was in Scotland, and as I am nearer to the Metropolis, if any accident or frolick should call me that way. I thank you for your Compliments, in regard of my intended Collection. I own I am diffident and indolent, and design to give it a little more time to grow to a Maturity. — Occasional things rise which, in time, may add to its bulk, if not to its merit. I am with hopes to hear from you.
My Dear Sir,
Your Sincere friend and servant,
Direct for Mr. Gentleman, at the Post Office in Malton, near Scarborough: he's married there.