LETTER CLXX.
Washington, Feb. 17, 1821.
Dear Theodore,
Your letter was received too late, yesterday, to acknowledge
it by return of mail, and this morning, by nine
o'clock, I had to attend the committee on poor Burwell's funeral,
which left me not a moment's time to spare.
I am afraid that Richard C. labours under some pulmonary
affection, as you do not announce the cause of his visit to
the south of France. Poor H.! he is a sacrifice to the unprecedented
state of the times. I hope enough will be left
to provide comfortably for his widow and the helpless part
of his family.
Paul C., who has been here about a week, just now called
to see me. He tells me that little John M. (our quondam
neighbour) is dead, and that Dr. V. and his brother Samuel are
married, the former to a widow D., of Lynchburg, and the
other to a Miss R., of Lexington. Dr. H. T. is here, and
P. C. informs me, vibrating between Charlotte and Washington
City as a future theatre of practice.
I admire your taste on the subject of Maria G., that was.
Ask Mrs. B., if the youngest of the musical Ls's. did not
remind her of Mary Anne, at the same age. My best regards
to her. I regret to hear of F's. ill health; but I sometimes
think she may have a happy escape from an indifferent
or worthless husband, and the cares and pains of a family.
Give my best love to her and E.
You make no mention of L. Remember me to him, and the
B—s and C—s, whenever you see them: also, to Gilmer,
Bouldin, Rootes, and Richard Morris; and, though last, not
least, Tom Miller.
Farewell! and may every good attend you.
Yours,
JOHN RANDOLPH, of Roanoke.
Dr. Dudley.
Mrs. R. has presented Charles with another chopping boy.
Frank K. has just left me: he asked after you very kindly.
