LETTER LXV.
To. G. Cartwright.
Banks of Delaware, Oct. 5.
My Brother,
It would avail me nothing to deny the confessions to
which you allude. Neither will I conceal from you that I
am much grieved at the discovery. Far am I from deeming
your good opinion of little value; but in this case, I
was more anxious to deserve it, than possess it.
Little, indeed, did you know me, when you imagined
me insensible to your merit and forgetful of the happy days
of our childhood; the recollection of which has a thousand
times made my tears flow. I thank heaven that the evils
which I have suffered, have had no tendency to deaden my
affections; to narrow my heart.
The joy which I felt for your departure was far from
being unmixed. The persuasion that my friend and brother
was going where he was likely to find that tranquillity
of which his stay here would bereave him, but imperfectly
soothed the pangs of a long and perhaps an eternal separation.
Farewell; my fervent and disinterested blessings go with
you. Return speedily to your country, but bring with you a
heart devoted to another, and only glowing with a brotherly
affection for
