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DEAR SIR,

LETTER XI.

Friday Night.

You may think I have forgot you, and I may think

you have forgot me; but I believe neither of us I will think fo wrong. The truth is, I have been neither at home nor at London a day together; for my Lord Peterborow came very ill from Hantfhire to Kensington a fortnight fince, and has ever fince kept his chamber, where I have been to help him pafs his time almost daily. It was but yesterday that I left him well enough to stay at Twitnam for a few days. If this reach you in time, and at leisure, I hope it will bring you hither for a night. As foon as I return to town, you fhall be troubled with me. Adieu! and may all health attend you, as I wish.

Yours always,

To Wm. Fortefcue, Efq.

A. POPE.

DEAR SIR,

LETTER XII.

THE only day I had I came hither, and was unlucky in miffing you. I go away this moment; if you come on Saturday, Lady Suffolk dines with me, and you will find her even after dinner, if you can't come fooner. On Sunday I fhall be at home: why can't you lie at Twitnam Saturday night? I want to ask and tell you many things,-fome of bufinefs. I hope Mr. Cs has got the remainder of Mrs. Blount's debt from her brother, the whole 75%. which he has occafion enough for. Adieu! and know me for

Yours ever faithfully,

To Mr. Fortefcue.

LETTER XIII.

A. POPE.

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DEAR SIR,

Thursday.

AM heartily glad to hear of your fafe arrival in town, and doubt not you will be pleased that I am as fafe at Twitnam. I came from Bath two

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days fince hither, and find my mother tolerably well, as I hope you left all yours. I should be glad to fee you in town, but having been fo long abfent, have fome neceffary matters here for a few days, which I would pursue, if you could find it suitable to your convenience to lie here on Saturday, and pass the Sunday together, otherwife I will wait on you. In the mean time, pray convey this letter to Mr. Howard, it is a cafe that requires dispatch, as you will see; and I beg, if you can, to favour it with any of the Board of Admiralty that you know, for I am convinced that he is ill ufed. Adieu! dear Sir, till we meet. Pray give me a line by Boury. I have a thousand things to fay to you.

Your ever affectionate fervant,

A. POPE.

To Wm. Fortescue, Efq. Member

of Parliament, at his houfe in

Bell-yard, near Lincoln's Inn

Fields, London.

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DEAR SIR,

LETTER XIV.

HAVE juft received a note from Mrs. Blount, that she and Lady Gerard will dine here to-day, which puts off my intention on Lord Hay. I wish you would dine with them, and we may go to Lord Hay's in the evening. But this, you fee, hinders my being wholly at your fervice till to-morrow, when I will certainly be so at any place or time.

Yours affectionately ever,

To Wm. Fortefcue, Efq.

A. POPE.

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DEAR SIR,

LETTER XV.

ADY Gerard was to fee Chifwick gardens (as I imagined), and therefore forced to go from hence by five: it was a mortification to Mrs. Blount to go, when there was a hope of feeing you and Mrs. Fortefcue. I can't get back to-night for want of a vehicle, but will be at home by eleven or twelve by you water, ready to go with you to Jervas, unless care to come and fee Chifwick in the morning by ten,

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which if you do not, I will fet out on my voyage. Adieu! dear Sir.

To Mr. Fortefeue.

DEAR SIR,

LETTER XVI.

Sunday, Six o'Clock.

I

HAVE often wifhed, but twice only been, to see you. After an engagement of four or five days to a particular friend (for whom I was confined entirely), I now beg the firft days I have had to myfelf, that you will pass what time you can with us at Twitnam. I received a promife from Gay to be with us. I I go home to-morrow evening, to stay all the week. Gay and I have been all about the Temple after you in vain. I wish you would facrifice a few days to me, who am as fincerely (I faithfully affure you) as any man living, dear Sir,

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CANNOT express the joy your Letter gives me.

I

was in great fears after I had written, learning no further of your state, when I fent three days to Mr. Thory. Your giving me these lines under your hand

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