LETTER LXVI.
Mr. Bruce's, Halifax, Aug. 25, 1811.
Dear Theodore,
My solicitude was such to hear from you, that I sent
Jupiter down this morning to Roanoke for my letters. He
returned with the post-boy, and brought your two letters of
the 16th and 19th. You may guess what my anxiety is on
the subject of Mr. Clay. I shall be on thorns until the arrival
of the next mail. The best medical aid is near him.
Why does he not call in Wistar? Press him to do it, and
tell him that, indeed, "I cannot afford to lose any of my
real friends"—especially, —. I am much concerned,
too, my dear son, on your subject. I know not how to convey
to your bosom what I feel. I must insist upon your
abandoning study entirely, for the present. Consult Dr.
Wistar seriously, and take
his advice. If it be to come
home, let nothing but
Mr. Clay keep you in Philadelphia.
There has been a sudden change in the weather since Thursday,
which, I trust, has somewhat relieved you. On the day
on which you wrote, I heard Dr. Alexander, at Charlotte,
C. H.
I thank you for your extracts from your journal, and am
pleased to see that the ladies come in for a share of your
time. You had informed me of your having left the picture
in Baltimore. I have no option but to send this letter or
none. I shall make you a remittance in a few days.
Yours, entirely,
JOHN RANDOLPH.
St. George is with me, and desires his love to you.
Take care of yourself, I beseech you. Keep your mind
as undisturbed as possible.
