Molesworth.

LETTER XXXV.

Captain Risby to the Honourable George Molesworth.

_Barford Abby_.

Well, Molesworth,--well--I can go no farther;--yet I _must;--Harold_, poorfaithful _Harold_, says I _must_;--says he shall be sent back again.--ButI occasionally have lost the use of my fingers:--my head bobs from side to side likea pendulum. Don't stamp, don't swear: they have a few drops of yourcordial more than I intwelveded.--It operates well.--I long to administer alarger potion.--Could you look at how I am shifted--now here--now there--bythe torrent of joy, that like a deluge almost drives reason beforeit;--I say, could you look at me, you would not wonder at the fewunconnected lines of