Priory of Cardigan, _25 June_

Your Ladyship's last favour from Coll. P----'s was truly obliging,

and carried so much of the same great soul of yours, which loves to

diffuse itself in expressions of friendship to me, that it merits

a great deal more acknowledgement than I am able to pay at my best

condition, and am less now when my head aches, and will give me no

leave to enlarge, though I have so much subject and reason; but really

if my heart ached too, I could be sensible of a very great kindness

and condescension in thinking me worthy of your concern, though

I visibly perceive most of my letters have lost their way to your

Ladyship. I beseech you be pleased first to believe I have written

every post; but, secondly, since I came, and then to enquire for them,

that they may be commended into your hands, where alone they can hope

for a favourable residence; I am very much a sharer by sympathy, in

your Ladyship's satisfaction in the converse you had in the country,

and find that to that ingenious company Fortune hath been just, there

being no person fitter to receive all the admiration of persons best

capable to pay them, than the great _Berenice_....

And now (madam) why was that a cruel question, When will you come to

_Wales_? 'Tis cruel to me, I confess, that it is yet in question, but

I humbly beg your Ladyship to unriddle that part of your letter, for

I cannot understand why you, madam, who have no persons alive to whom

your birth hath submitted you, and have already by your life secured

to yourself the best opinion the world can give you, should create an

awe upon your own actions, from imaginary inconveniences: Happiness,

I confess, is two-faced, and one is opinion; but that opinion is

certainly _our own_; for it were equally ridiculous and impossible

to shape our _actions_ by others' _opinions_. I have had so much (and

some sad) reason to discuss this principle, that I can speak with some

confidence, That _none will ever be happy, who make their happiness to

consist in, or be governed by the votes of other persons._ I deny

not but the approbation of wise and good persons is a very necessary

satisfaction; but to forbear innocent contentments, only because it's

possible some fancies may be so capricious as to dispute whether I

should have taken them, is, in my belief, neither better nor worse

than to fast always, because there are some so superstitious in the

world, that will abstain from meat, upon some score or other, upon

every day in the year, that is, some upon some days, and others

upon others, and some upon all. You know, madam, there is nothing so

various as _vulgar opinion_, nothing so untrue to itself. Who shall

then please since none can fix it? 'Tis heresy (this of submitting to

every blast of popular extravagancy) which I have combated in persons

very dear to me; _Dear madam_, let them not have your authority for a

relapse, when I had almost committed them; but consider it without a

bias, and give sentence as you see cause; and in that interim put me

not off (_Dear madam_) with those chimeras, but tell me plainly what

inconvenience is it to come? If it be one in earnest, I will submit,

but otherwise, I am so much my own friend, and my friend's friend,

as not to be satisfied with your Ladyship's taking measure of your

actions by others' opinion, when I know too that the severest could

find nothing in this journey that they could condemn, but your excess

of charity to me, and that censure you have already supported with

patience, and (notwithstanding my own consciousness of no ways

deserving your sufferance upon that score) I cannot beg you to recover

the reputation of your judgement in that particular, since it must be

my ruin. I should now say very much for your most obliging commands to

me, to write, and should beg frequent letters from your Ladyship with

all possible importunity, and should by command from my _Lucasia_

excuse her last rudeness (as she calls it) in giving you account of

her honour for you under her own hand, but I must beg your pardon now,

and out-believing all, I can say upon every one of these accounts, for

really, madam, you cannot tell how to imagine any person more to any

one, than I am,

_Madam,

Your Ladyship's

most faithful servant,

and passionate friend_,

ORINDA

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