| Description | My dearest Son,
I receiv'd yours of the 4th with great joy, and yet upon reflection I fear you are far from well. I have just wrote a line to Mr. Reinhard and given him Dr. Withering's opinion.
John Garbett was ill of an ague at Paris. His father found him in a very feeble state and slowly brought him home, but before he arived there the journey cured him, and they are both now well at Soho.
I beg you'l set out as soon as you are able and before the cool weather advances. I have desired Collins to attend to you and not to regard business. I am sure the journey will cure you.
I am prevented from writing more.
God bless you, my dear son, and deliver you once more into the arms of your very affectionate father,
M. Boulton
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