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The Works of the Rev. Jonathan Swift/Volume 13/From Jonathan Swift to Martha Whiteway - 7

TO THE SAME.


DEAR MADAM,


I AM truly and heartily glad that you are a little mended, and can lie on your belly, or side, not altogether on your back. You are much in the right not to stir, and so was Croker[1] not to suffer you. I am not yet worse for the cold weather, but am angry at it. I am heartily sorry for yourself and daughter; but Mr. Swift dares not be sick, for his chief business is to look after you and your daughter. I walk only in my bedchamber and closet, which has also a fire. I am ever yours.


New Year's day, 1739-40.


I wish you may have many, and all healthy ones.


  1. An eminent apothecary of great humanity and skill.