My dear sir, I send you a chapter which I am pleased with, now I see it
in one point of view—and, as I have made free with the author, I hope
you will not have often to say—what does this mean?
You forgot you were to make out my account, I am, of course, over head
and ears in debt; but I have not that kind of pride, which makes some
dislike to be obliged to those they respect. On the contrary, when I
involuntarily lament that I have not a father or brother, I thankfully
recollect that I have received unexpected kindness from you and a few
others. So reason allows, what nature impels me to—for I cannot live
without loving my fellow creatures—nor can I love them, without
discovering some virtue.