LETTER LXI.
Roanoke, July 18, 1811.
Thursday.
My dear Theodore,
I wrote you a few lines on Monday, when I was
greatly disordered. Thank Heaven, I am now somewhat
better, although still discomposed. Tudor came up, last night,
from Bizarre; he left your sister very well, but he says his
mother is complaining. He will go to school to-day, and I
shall revert back to my solitary state. You sometimes complain
of want of matter for a letter, and yet you mentioned
but a word of Cooke and Cooper; and that not until I had
questioned you about them: this is almost vexatious; especially
to me, who consider it as one of the great privations of
my life, the not having seen Cooke. With such various novelties
around you, I cannot see how you find any difficulty
in filling a sheet.
I cannot sufficiently thank my good friend Clay for his
kind attentions to you. You, however, will not fail to demonstrate
to him and his whole family, your sense of their
kindness towards you; for, I am sure, you are the last person
in the world, who would prove insensible to such good
offices. Commend me, heartily, to Mrs. Clay, Mr. Croskey,
my name-sake, and Mrs. Rush; and, I pray you, be less caustic
in your future communications.
Entirely yours,
JOHN RANDOLPH.
Query—What is a "full new-moon?"
"Inexpressable."
"Torpour." This word has not, like honour, &c., been
derived to us through the French. Indeed, it is yet Latin.
"From there"—from thence.
