LETTER CXXXIII.
Richmond, Saturday Night.
November, 18, 1815.
My dear Theodore,
Since I wrote to you this morning, by Mr. Carrington,
who promised to send the letter to you as soon as he
got home, I learned from my friend Mrs. Cunningham, (who
makes the kindest inquiries after you,) that Mrs. Lacy is
dead. This breaks up all my schemes with regard to Randolph,
whom, of course, you will not send down. I shall
come up, or send for him, as soon as possible; but, as it is
raining very hard at this time, (half past eight,) and I am
not a Halifax man, I despatched this letter by Mr. Bruce to
advise you to that effect. He sets out to-morrow; and, although
he has the influenza very badly, I have no doubt that
he will persevere in the journey. He was engaged, and the
"Captain bold," also, to dine at Mr. T's. on Wednesday
last. After keeping us waiting until dark, we sat down to
dinner, and next day learned that they were too busy loading
their wagon to come. Mr. B. was engaged yesterday
to dine at Dr. B's., but business at R's. kept him away, as
the Doctor was informed to-day. But I am growing scandalous.
Mr. and Mrs. C., at whose house I am writing, send
their respects to you.
Yours, ever,
JOHN RANDOLPH, of Roanoke.
Dr. Hoge preaches poor Tudor's funeral sermon this day
week at Cumberland Court House.
I am afraid you will have a dreadful time of it on your
way to Tennessee. The water-courses in that country will
be hardly passable. Suppose you spend the winter here,
and defer the journey until April. I fear for your health.
Messrs. C. and W. D., the last of whom has been to Nashville,
represent it as a rash undertaking. Mr. D. has been
there: pray consult him before you set out.
