His Sister writes me one much more lamentable;" the one we are now reading:-- "I am in a frightful state; and will not survive the destruction of my House and Family.

That is the one consolation that remains to me.

You will have fine subjects for making Tragedies of.

O times! O manners! You will, by the illusory representation, perhaps draw tears; while all contemplate with dry eyes the reality of these miseries: the downfall of a whole House, against which, if the truth were known, there is no solid complaint.

I cannot write farther of it: my soul is so troubled that I know not what I am doing.