LETTER III

LONDON, December 2, O.S. 1746.

DEAR BOY: I have not, in my present situation,--[His Lordship was, in the

year 1746, appointed one of his Majesty’s secretaries of state.]--time

to write to you, either so much or so often as I used, while I was in a

place of much more leisure and profit; but my affection for you must not

be judged of by the number of my letters; and, though the one lessens,

the other, I assure you, does not.

I have just now received your letter of the 25th past, N. S., and, by the

former post, one from Mr. Harte; with both which I am very well pleased:

with Mr. Harte’s, for the good account which he gives me of you; with

yours, for the good account which you gave me of what I desired to be

informed of. Pray continue to give me further information of the form of

government of the country you are now in; which I hope you will know most

minutely before you leave it. The inequality of the town of Lausanne

seems to be very convenient in this cold weather; because going up hill

and down will keep you warm. You say there is a good deal of good

company; pray, are you got into it? Have you made acquaintances, and with

whom? Let me know some of their names. Do you learn German yet, to read,

write, and speak it?

Yesterday, I saw a letter from Monsieur Bochat to a friend of mine; which

gave me the greatest pleasure that I have felt this great while; because

it gives so very good an account of you. Among other things which

Monsieur Bochat says to your advantage, he mentions the tender uneasiness

and concern that you showed during my illness, for which (though I will

say that you owe it to me) I am obliged to you: sentiments of gratitude

not being universal, nor even common. As your affection for me can only

proceed from your experience and conviction of my fondness for you (for

to talk of natural affection is talking nonsense), the only return I

desire is, what it is chiefly your interest to make me; I mean your

invariable practice of virtue, and your indefatigable pursuit of

knowledge. Adieu! and be persuaded that I shall love you extremely, while

you deserve it; but not one moment longer.

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