ABSTRACT
I am as yet so poor a proficient in the art of writing, that it takes me up a deal of time only to put together a few lines; and often does it happen, my dear Aza, that aft er having written much, I cannot myself divine what I have endeavoured to express. I am perplexed, my ideas are confounded, and I forget what I had with difficulty revolved in my memory. I begin again, do no better, and yet I proceed.
