328 '^'homson'^s last letter to ^aterson. May i. 



as Barbadoes. You have an apartment In it, as a 

 night-pensioner i which you maj remember I fitted 

 up for you, during our delightful party at North- 

 haw. Will ever these days return again ? Don't 

 you remember your eating the raw filh that were 

 never caught ? 



All our friends are pretty much in statu quo, ex- 

 cept it be poor Mr Lyttleton. He has had the seve- 

 rest trial a humane tender heart can have ; but 

 the old physician. Time, will at last close up his 

 ^vounds, though there must always remain an inward 

 smarting. 



Mitchel* is in the house for Aberdeertfliire, and 

 has spoke modestly well ; I hope he will be in some- 

 thing else soon ; none deserves better; — true friend- 

 ihip and humanity dwell in his heart. Gray is 

 working hard at pafsing his accounts, — I spoke to him 

 about that affair. If he gives you any trouble about 

 it, even that of dunning, I fliall think strangely; but 

 I dare say he is too friendly to his old friends, and 

 you are among the oldest. Symmer is at last tired 

 ef quality, and ds going to take a semi-country house 

 at Hammersmith. 



I am sorry that honest sensible W^irrender (who 

 13 in town,) seems to be stunted in church preferment^ 

 — he ought to be a tall cedar in the House of the Lord . 

 If he is not so at last it will add more fuel to my in- 

 dignation, that burns already too intensely, and 

 throbs towards an eruption. Peter Murdoch is in 

 town, tutor to admiral Vernon's son, and is in good 



• Af.?. wilds envoy to B;r!in, and Knisht of :ht Bath. 



