I have concluded that the sight of a Letter must be as disgusting to you as a Dose of Ipicacuanha – (People you know always take their similes and illustrations from the Objects with which they are the most conversant) I have therefore in pure kindness forborn to plague you, knowing full well that you would give me us credit for the heartiest sympathy with you during all your late various trying Scenes, and for the most thorough joy at your Catastrophe. Other friends have felt for you perhaps as much with their Minds, but I believe no one with their bodies. The Yorkshire Election really flashed back my Pulse again up to a hundred, and My Apothecary told me he shoud send me double Doses of Opium till the contest was over.

What /Perils/ have you, or rather what have not gone thro? In perils amongst false brethren I am sure. I think you can touch up your Chapters upon human Corruptions with some new heightenings. Thank God however you are safe, and your illness not so alarming as we were made to believe – The Miltonites have out Banditted Burdet, and out Wilkes-ed Wilkes. – Poor Patty has been ill of a fever, I found her one day, when at the worst, talking to herself in great agitation – On enquiry, She told me, she was making speeches against She saw the Quakers – those sly slow things &c

I will take up no more of your time than to give my love to M^rs. W, and to rejoyce with her at the termination of this frightful business –

How happy that you were by divine grace enabled to keep your Mind above the vile turmoil! – May the same grace [bri]ng [tear] you in peace and safety through [the] [r]emainder [tear] of Your pilgrimage on “this dim spot called Earth.”