my conduct and the conduct of others towards me, and you will see that I have laboured hard indeed, and have been borne on angel's wings. Till we meet I beg of God our Saviour to be with you and me, and yours and mine,—Pray give my and my wife's love to Mrs. Butts and family, and believe me to remain, yours in truth and sincerity.
27.
To Mr. Butts.
Felpham, 16th August 1803.
Dear Sir,—I send seven drawings,[1] which I hope will please you. This, I believe, about balances our account. Our return to London draws on apace. Our. expectation of meeting again with you is one of our greatest pleasures. Pray tell me how your eyes do? I never sit down to work but I think of you, and feel anxious for the sight of that friend whose eyes have done me so much good. I omitted (very unaccountably) to copy out in my last letter that passage in my rough sketch which related to your kindness in offering to exhibit my two last pictures in the gallery in Berners Street. It was in these words: "I
- ↑ See note 3, p. 118.
