My dear friend,—Nothing has occasioned my silence but
incessant, wearing, and exhaustive occupation. My papers now lie in heaps two
feet high on two tables. I am in the midst of drawing petitions to both houses
of Parliament respecting our school lawsuit, the perusal of papers for which is
enough for a moderate man’s life; the assistance I am giving to the
memoirs of Parr; the dreadful labour of
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I have fresh plagues at Kenilworth,1 which in the course of the last eight months will have cost me near four years of the clear income it produces. I heartily wish I had resigned it ten years ago. But a truce to torments which irritate me of late by their apparently endless multiplication.
