St. James's,Nov. 8, 1765
How comes it that we1 have not heard from you yet; if you were here, I, who am a sort of scold, should say it was not right to have not given us a single line since you left us. I think we begged to hear from you even before you got upon the sea; which you must now have passed, and really it would not be doing us justice to think us indifferent to know any thing concerning you: but we are too far asunder now to discuss and canvass2 the point. Conversation makes jangles, which conversation explains and removes, but letters can't remove, and therefore must not admit a complaint. I will not therefore say it was unkind not to write to us, but I will, as a favour, beg you to remember us as your friends, and consequently will not omit what you know will give us a real satisfaction. We have some apprehensions that some accident may have occasioned your silence, but remembering well that our friend has sometimes a little way of his own, we venture to suppose, and have a pleasure to suppose, he is rather to be blamed than pitied.
Ned, the Doctor, Dick young and old, are yours,3 and so indeed am I; remember to write soon. I am, Dear Barry, most cordially,
Your friend and servant,William Burke.
IncloseEnclose your letters to your friends to me, and remember to bid them incloseenclose theirs to me and not to Ned.
Mrs. Burke,4 I know not how omitted by me, desires to be remembered cordially to you.
Direct to me, Wm. Burke, Esq. Secretary of State's Office, 5 St. James's, London.