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Monday Morn
October 21 1781

My dear Sister

Last night brought me your growing Elegy in its fuller Bloom – do not even for a moment suppose that it is possible for me
To cast in like a loathsome weed away –

I scribble in extremest Haste to catch the returning post merely to assure you that so far from having any Idea of suppressing it I am persuaded it will do you great Honour — I am enchanted with many of your additional stanzas & the alterations I should wish to see in it are suggested more from the tender ground you have to pass than from any want of