Castlehill, Sept. 20th, 1788.
My dear Brother,
Your letter of the 14th reached me here this morning. I say
nothing to you of the feelings which have been excited in my
mind, by your detail of the particulars of your situation,
because I am sure that you do justice to my sentiments on such a
subject. Pitt has written to desire me to meet him at Burton on
Monday next; and in the present state of this business, I feel
peculiarly anxious for an opportunity of conversing with him
upon it.
It is unquestionably better in every point of view, that I
should have such an opportunity before I go over to you; and I
am persuaded you would not wish me to neglect this. After I have
seen him, as I shall then be within little more than a day's
journey from town, I shall wish to return there for a day or
two, even if I should immediately afterwards set out for
Ireland. But you may assure yourself, that if I should see any
reason to think that my going over there could be of the least
service, or advantage to you, I will not let any personal
inconvenience stand in the way of it so long as it continues
possible.
It gives me an inexpressible satisfaction to find, from your
letter, that Pitt's conduct to you in this instance has been
such as I expected. If I am not grossly deceived in the
opportunities which I have had of observing his character and
disposition, you will find his behaviour uniformly the same on
every other occasion that may occur. I make you no assurances on
this occasion with respect to myself, having a pleasure in
thinking them unnecessary.
I confess the motive for this whole transaction, in the quarter
where it evidently originates, is to me utterly inexplicable;
the whole being so entirely inconsistent with every idea that I
can form to myself of _his_ situation, his present or future
views, his interest, or his personal feelings. I by no means
think the circumstance which you mention sufficient to afford a
clue for it; and the more I reflect upon it, the more
incomprehensible it seems to me.
Adieu, my dear brother; whatever, and wherever you are.
Believe me ever most sincerely and affectionately yours,
W. W. G.