"_Whene'er I asked._"--I shall be very glad to know the author and the
exact whereabouts of the following lines, which I find quoted in a MS.
letter written from London to America, and dated 22nd October, 1767:
"Whene'er I ask'd for blessings on your head,
Nothing was cold or formal that I said;
My warmest vows to Heaven were made for thee,
And love still mingled with my piety."