ABSTRACT
My dear Brother, I WILL own I am too impatient of control. My spirits were sinking, and what
a cordial have I received! – I have received a letter from you, who have given me every thing, and who are every thing to me – from you, who excel me so much, and who can yet sympathize in all my feelings. You can allow the motives of them to be worthy, perhaps noble – but I see you think me extravagant. is passion for genius, has it found no visible object? you ask me; and shall I say it distressed me that you too mention Burell?
