Pardon the Assurance I possess, in supposing, that while I take the Liberty of troubling you with a few Lines, your generosity will admit it. I have wrote you not long since, but, Doubtful whether they have come safe to hand, I feel constrained here to make a repetition; to express in terms the most grateful, the Singular and consequential services you have rendered, and the many Obligations I am under for them; to attempt to render praise would be to offend; but, it is my duty to thank you; and my ambition is to convince you that I wish to merit it. While some are afflicted with the harsh and unpleasing Stings of Poverty, the Just and Allwise being places others in the Circles of affluence and ease to answer his Charitable Designs in administering comfort to the Distressed.

I feel rather unhappy, that, conscious of the want of Ability, my Spirits are damped and the ardor with which Gratitude inspires me, is extinguished, in the thought of the appearance my Lines may make in the sight of one of your unrivalled abilities, But I veil these reflexions with the hope of your generous mind burying in oblivion every thing either insignificant or offensive. With true Respect, I have the Honor to be, Worthy Sir, Your Most Obliged and Obedient Servant,