LETTER XXXIV.

The Honourable George Molesworth to the same.

_London_.

Are you a mile from the Abbey, Dick?--Are you out of sight,--out of

hearing?--John, though you should offer to kill him, dare not deliver

letter or message 'till you are at a proper distance.

Miss Powis lives!--Restore peace within the walls.--As I hope to be

pardon'd for my sins, I have seen, I have spoke to her.--She

lives!--Heavenly sound! it should be convey'd to them from above.--She

lives! let me again repeat it.--Proclaim the joyful tidings:--but for

particulars have patience 'till I return to the man, to the friend my

life is bound up in.--I have seen him in every stage. Brightest has he

shone, as the taper came nearer to an end.--The rich cordial must be

administered one drop at a time.--Observe the caution.

Molesworth.

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