I have not, it is true, wrote to my dear and worthy friend Mr. Barry but once since he left us; 1and yet I can truly say that it was not from forgetfulness, nor from any variation in the course, or interruption in the continuity of the affection and esteem which I entertain for that gentleman; whose own good heart I shall leave to make partial allowances for certain fits of laziness, a disposition to procrastinate, and various other weaknesses, which very often tend to generate blameable appearances, whilst the things they would represent, may in their reality be irreprehensible, or at least excusable.
This goes to you in very good company.2 Mr. Burke tells you, what we are sure will please you much, that we are all very well, and as much yours, as you yourself can wish. After3 what he says, I need not assure you, that nothing can be more entertaining, or more welcome to us, than your letters. Proceed, my dear Mr. Barry, and prosper in every thing. As to my own particular, I shall inform you that my health is, I think, rather better than it has been for many years. I am now in the country at Mr. Burke's,4 and most sincerely and affectionately