tt Ipswich, 3^ September

« My dearest Forbes.

• ÂIlhough I wrote yoa but two posts ago, I cannol let pass any opportun nily of conversing with you, now I know you to be oppressed wilh the deepest melancholy, and in need of ail the consolation your friends can leod. But, alas! what can I say? who niyself as much stand in need of a comforter. We hâve lost, my dear Forbes, our old, tried, amiable, open, and honest-hearted Thomson, whom we bave never parled from but unwillingly, and never met, but with fresh transport; whom we found ever the same delightful companion, the most failhrul depository of our inmost thoughts, and the same sensible sympathizing ad viser.... »