5th August, 1766.
Could you not find any reason for my not writing to you, but that of being offended? Do you not know that I am of all mankind, the laziest, idlest, and most indolent in every thing but a dispute.1 Be assured, my dear Barry, that I love and esteem you with great sincerity, and add to your other good qualities, that of forgiving a friend who loves you. I have sent all the books you desired, to Colonel Drumgold.2 Ned, Jane, and I, set out in about two hours for Ireland.3 Do not be alarmed at the change in the ministry, all is very well.4 You may perceive what a hurry I write this, and I only write it to assure you of the sincere affection of all here. W. B. continues with Conway.5
Yours sincerely,Richard Burke.