You will not rest till you find her, I know; and you will protect her fortune from that wretch.

God bless you, faithful old friend! Heaven knows how I yearn for the sight of your honest face, lying here among strangers, to be buried in a foreign land.
See that my wife pays Mrs.Branston the money I borrowed to come here; and tell her that I was grateful to her, and thought of her on my dying bed.
To my wife I send no message.

She knows that I loved her; but how dear she has been to me in this bitter time of separation, she can never know.
"You will find a bulky MS.

at my chambers, in the bottom drawer on the right side of my desk.

It is my Life of Swift--unfinished as my own life.
If, after reading it, you should think it worth publishing, as a fragment, with my name to it, I should wish you to arrange its publication.