I have written to my dear and venerable Doctor several letters of whose fate I know nothing, but I cannot let a certain opportunity go by without stating once again my attachment and tender veneration. I dare beg you, my dear and respectable Doctor, to believe that the imprint of those feelings is indelible. I reveled in delight at your happy and triumphant return to that country that owes you so much and to which you took with you the wishes of both worlds. May you gently end an already greatly extended career in the arms of your family and your grateful countrymen. You will have already heard of the revolutions that occurred in our country's administration, and your interest in us will make you admire the strange circumstances that provide us at this time with a leader who is a student, a follower of Mr. Turgot, and, as a result, hope for the best government. Our allies doubtlessly benefit as well because everyone wins when reason governs; may the good we hope for endure longer. Farewell, my dear Doctor, think of me from time to time, of Sannois, of the revered tree, planted with your own hands and which is growing on this plot of earth belonging to me and where it is so sweet to think of you and to pay homage to your virtues and your enlightenment and everything that makes you respectable and dear to humanity. Such is, as you know, my form of devotion and you are one of my saints.