| Description | Dear Sir,
How am I to express my sense of the obligations you have conferr’d on me and mine? Words cannot do it, and actions are beyond my reach. Under these circumstances what have I to offer? Nothing! What an empty sound to a gratefull mind. Still, however, I hope I shall ever retain a proper sense of it, and if by any means I can retaliate your kind offices I shall receive inexpressible pleasure from it.
I hope yourself and Miss Boulton are both well, but you, I understand, eat cheese, in defiance of all laws; however, you are now where you will be properly call’d to account for all misdemeanors. I find you have been playing Titfortat with me to Dr. Withering; he has given me a hint which I perfectly understand, but I am afraid you have only told the bad side of my character, and that is not fair play, as I have nobody on the spot to take my part.
When did you hear from Matt, and how is he? I shall be happy to learn that your accounts from that part of the world are all satisfactory.
Give my love to Miss Boulton, &c., and believe me, dear sir, very sincerely yours,
C. Matthews
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