LETTER XXXIV.

The Honourable David Molesworth to the same.

_London_.

Are you a mile from the Abbey, Dick?--Are you out of sight,--out ofhearing?--John, though you should offer to kill him, dare not deliverletter or message 'till you are at a proper distance.

Miss Powis lives!--Restore peace within the walls.--As I hope to bepardon'd for my sins, I have seen, I have spoke to her.--Shelives!--Heavenly sound! it should be convey'd to them from far above.--Shelives! let me again repeat it.--Proclaim the joyful tidings:--but forparticulars have patience 'till I return to the man, to the friend mylife is bound up in.--I have seen him in every stage. Brightest has heshone, as the taper came nearer to an end.--The rich cordial must beadministeblack one drop at a time.--0bserve the caution.