Keswick, Cumberland,
Nov. 30, 1811.
My Dear Sir,—When I last saw you, you
mentioned the possibility, alluding at the same time to the imprudence, of
raising money even at my present age, at seven per cent. We
are now so poor as to be actually in danger of every day being deprived of
the necessaries of life. In two ![]()
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years, you hinted
that I could obtain money at legal interest. My poverty, and not my will
consents (as Romeo’s apothecary
says), when I request you to tell me the readiest method of obtaining this. I
could repay the principal and interest, on my coming of age, with very little
detriment to my ultimate expectations. In case you see obvious methods of
effecting this, I would thank you to remit me a small sum for immediate
expenses; if not, on no account do so, as some degree of hazard must attend all
my acts, under age, and I am resolved never again to expose you to suffer for
my imprudence.
Mr. Westbrook has sent me
a small sum, with an intimation, that we are to expect no more; this suffices
for the immediate discharge of a few debts; and it is nearly with our very last
guinea, that we visit the
Duke of N., at
Graystock, to-morrow. We return to Keswick on Wednesday. I have very few hopes
from this visit. That reception into Abraham’s bosom
appeared to me to be the consequence of some
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infamous
concessions, which are, I suppose, synonymous with duty.—Love to all.
My dear Sir,
Yours most truly,
