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LETTER CXXVIII.

After various accidents, one of which had nearly
put an end to my unprosperous life, and confined me nearly a
week on the road, I reached this place yesterday. Tudor is
better. I have hopes of him, if we can get him to Virginia
in his present plight.

I found your letter of the 6th, here. Poor St. George,
ill-starred, unfortunate boy!—his destiny was sealed before
his birth, or conception. Take care of yourself! You are
my last stay. I must beg of you to curtail your practice,
with a view to a change of life. Talk not to me of gratitude—
you owe me nothing. I must deprecate your resentment:
your actions, and not your tongue, have spoken of gratitude;
but for you, I should not believe in the existence of such a
quality amongst mankind. You, who persist in overpaying
me a thousand fold; whilst every other person on whom I
have conferred a favour worth remembering, has returned
DETRACTION and dislike for the deed.

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I have found a market for the brood mares.