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Sunday Morn
March 17 82
My dear Sister
It has mortified me not a little, that I have been unable to thank you for your kind paquet, & return the inclosed [sic] Letters with the celerity I wished.
a thousand perverse Circumstances have occasioned the delay, & particularly the very step, I took to accelerate my Answer: for on perusing the Correspondence between you & your Critical Physician, I must honestly confess, I thought you both in the Wrong; & immediately scribbled a pacific squib in the Hope of restoring Harmony between two children of Apollo, who ought to have a cordial esteem for each other.
I scribbled my Impromptu so hastily that I imagined you would not be able to read it, & as my Eyes were much harrassed with literary Business, I sent it to a Female Friend at Chichester, who is better acquainted with my Scrawls, entreating her to decypher & transcribe it – unfortunately