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Etat. 66.

However, when fuch fufpicions find their way into your mind, always give them vent, I fhall make hafte to difperfe them, but hinder their first ingrefs if you can. Confider fuch thoughts as morbid.

"Such illness as may excufe my omiffion to Lord Hailes I cannot honestly plead. I have been hindered I know not how, by a fucceffion of petty obftructions. I hope to mend immediately, and to fend next poft to his Lordship. Mr. Thrale would have written to you if I had omitted; he fends his compliments, and wishes to see you.

"You and your lady will now have no more wrangling about feudal inheritance. How does the young Laird of Auchinleck? I fuppofe Mifs Veronica is grown a reader and difcourfer.

"I have just now got a cough, but it has never yet hindered me from fleeping: I have had quieter nights than are common with me.

"I cannot but rejoice that Jofeph has had the wit to find the way back. He is a fine fellow, and one of the beft travellers in the world.

"Young Col brought me your letter. He is a very pleafing youth. I took him two days ago to the Mitre, and we dined together. I was as civil as I had the means of being.

"I have had a letter from Rafay, acknowledging, with great appearance of fatisfaction, the infertion in the Edinburgh paper. I am very glad that it was done.

"My compliments to Mrs. Bofwell, who does not love me; and of all the reft, I need only fend them to thofe that do; and I am afraid it will give you very little trouble to distribute them. I am, my dear, dear Sir, "Your affectionate humble fervant, SAM. JOHNSON."

"December 23, 1775.

8 Jofeph Rieter, a Bohemian, who was in my fervice many years, and attended Dr. Johnson and me in our Tour to the Hebrides. After having left me for fome time, he had now returned to me.



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Miss Malso now Mrs Chapone. No 30 by Miss Cathrine.
Talbot; No97 by in Jamuel Richaction; I No & 4 &
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by to the James rephiston Sept 25. 1750

Dear Sir


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