I find that I cannot yet get away from home, on Saturday next; otherwise I should have been proud and happy to make one of the party, to which you are so good as to invite me.
O my Dear Doctor!—how has your last letter on the subject of ——— cut me to the heart! To see so noble a mind as yours laid prostrate at the feet of so poor, dull-beaded, cold-hearted a creature as ——— does indeed fill me with grief, not wholly unmingled with shame. Well! your first opinion is still unalterably mine: and whilst I shall always remember that first opinion, and the generous warmth with which it was expressed, to your honour, I shall try to forget that you ever adopted an opposite opinion—which, indeed, is not properly your opinion—in deference to reasons, which appear to me so wretchedly frivolous, so pitifully flimsy, as to be worthy only of the person, from whom they proceeded.
Notwithstanding this unfortunate difference between your opinion and mine—or rather between your first and your second opinion—let me assure you that no one upon earth more highly venerates, or more ardently loves you, than
