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LETTER LXXXIII.

I thank you, my dear Theodore, for your very affectionate
letter. My avocations, the state of my health, and, I am sorry
to add, of my spirits, must plead my excuse, when I do not
make a prompt and suitable return for such instances of your
attention. I have seldom experienced a greater depression
than at the present moment. You must not account with me
too severely, my son. Could you know what I feel, I should
want no advocate in your breast.

It would be matter of surprise to me, if you had not been
touched, as I perceive you have been, with the uncommon
merits of your friend, the late Mr. Clay. Why do you say so
little of his widow and orphan family? Why are you silent
on the subject of his picture, respecting which I feel, and have
expressed, so much interest?

I am glad to find that you occupy yourself in the study of
the sacred writings. Go on and prosper, as assuredly he
must, who is engaged in so ennobling a pursuit. But I am
sorry to find in your diary, so many notices of lectures unattended.[1]
These instances, I hope, will not hereafter so frequently
occur.

Farewell, my son! Remember me to Mr. Walsh and to
Dr. Logan; and believe me, with the truest regard, your
friend and kinsman,