“. . . How differently are you and I organized! In my seventy-second year I am all cheerfulness, and never anticipate the evil day with distressing feelings till to do so is absolutely unavoidable. Would to God you were my daughter in all but my poverty! But I am afraid you are a Wollstonecraft. We are so curiously made that one atom put in the wrong place in our original structure will often make us unhappy for life. But my present cheerfulness is greatly owing to ‘Cromwell,’ and the nature of my occupation, which gives me an object omnium horarum, a stream for ever running and for ever new.
“May blessings shower on you as fast as the perpendicular rain at this moment falls by my window! prays your affectionate father,
