Indeed now my dear Teackle you must not be angry with me for neglecting your last l[ette]r. I have already too much to bear and a heart that on Friday ev’ning beat high with enjoyments various and delightful is since, owing to an unfortunate coincidence of circumstances, tho trifling in themselves, very much depressed. Do not, I beg, add your displeasure. I cannot give you particulars. Suffice it to say I applaud the sentiments of the person in whose esteem I have been injured and tho’ I should make great sacrifices to regain it, fear it is out of my power. But why do I annoy you thus with perpetual jawings? I know not unless it is a relief to make known vexations, and by distributing them, imagine I do not feel them all. Accursed vanity! Which made me figure myself as able to direct my conduct with propriety almost from the impulse of the moment. I am chagrined at my own folly. Yet