My Dear
Mr. Worsley:--In a letter just received from my nephew,
Mr. Childe, I regret to learn that, at his last accounts from you, you were greatly indisposed.
So great is my interest in your welfare that I cannot retrain, even at the risk of intruding upon your sick room, from expressing my sincere sympathy in your affliction.
I trust, however, that ere this you have recovered and are again in perfect health.
Like many of your tastes and pursuits, I fear you may confine yourself too closely to your reading; less mental labor and more of the fresh air of heaven might bring to you more comfort and to your friends more enjoyment, even in the way in which you now delight them.
Should a visit to this distracted country promise you any recreation, I hope I need not assure you how happy I should be to see you at
Lexington.
I can give you a quiet room and careful nursing, and a horse that would delight to carry you over our beautiful mountains.
I hope my letter informing you of the pleasure I derived from the perusal of your translation of the “Iliad,” in which I endeavored to express my thanks for the great compliment you paid me in its dedication, has informed you of my high appreciation of the work.
Wishing you every happiness in this world, and praying that eternal peace may be your portion in that to come, I am, most truly, your friend and servant,
[Signed]