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LETTER LXVII.

I leave you to judge of the state of my feelings,
when I tell you that I rode thirty miles through the rain
yesterday, for the sake of hearing of Mr. Clay's situation,
and find no letter from you. My uneasiness on both your
accounts was such, that I determined to absent myself from
home until the post-day should come round again. I am
now to conclude that you are worn down with watching our
friend, and that both of you, perhaps, are in extremity of

illness. I beseech you leave me not in this suspense; and,
if unable to write, get Mr. Croskey to tell me, in three
words, how you and Mr. Clay are. I intended to have set
off to-day for the Warm Springs; but must defer it, and encounter
another week of suspense and wretchedness. Take
Wistar's advice for yourself, and call him in for Mr. Clay.
If he be convalescent, tell him I take it unkindly that he did
not cause one line to be transmitted me by the post.

I heard our reverend friend, Dr. Hoge, preach one of his
best sermons yesterday, from Luke xxiv. verse 44: he read,
however, from the 13th to the 47th verse, inclusive. I wish
you could have heard his discourse. It was equally argumentative
and pathetic. My best affections to Mr. Clay.
If the worst should happen, I must try and prevail upon his
mother to intrust Randolph to me. My last will direct you
how to proceed.