it up, in thinking favourably of me. Years have made me lose my memory in every thing but friendship and gratitude: and you, whom I have never seen, will never be forgotten by me until I am dead. I am, honourable sir, with the highest respect,
Your most obedient and
obliged humble servant.
TO MR. FAULKNER.
I CANNOT find a manuscript I wrote, called, Directions for Servants[1], which I thought was very useful, as well as humourous. I believe, you have both seen and read it. I wish you could give me some intelligence of it, because my memory is quite gone; therefore, let me know all you can conjecture about it. I am, sir,
Your very humble servant,
FROM THE REV. MR. THROP.
THE many professions of kindness you have made, and friendship you have shown, to my mother and
- ↑ On this head see the Eighteenth volume of this collection.
