书城公版Letters to His Son
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第423章 LETTER CCCX

BATH,October 17,1768.

MY DEAR FRIEND.Your last two letters,to myself and Grevenkop,have alarmed me extremely;but I comfort myself a little,by hoping that you,like all people who suffer,think yourself worse than you are.A dropsy never comes so suddenly;and I flatter myself,that it is only that gouty or rheumatic humor,which has plagued you so long,that has occasioned the temporary swelling of your legs.Above forty years ago,after a violent fever,my legs swelled as much as you describe yours to be;Iimmediately thought that I had a dropsy;but the Faculty assured me,that my complaint was only the effect of my fever,and would soon be cured;and they said true.Pray let your amanuensis,whoever he may be,write an account regularly once a-week,either to Grevenkop or myself,for that is the same thing,of the state of your health.

I sent you,in four successive letters,as much of the Duchess of Somerset's snuff as a letter could well convey to you.Have you received all or any of them?and have they done you any good?Though,in your present condition,you cannot go into company,I hope that you have some acquaintances that come and sit with you;for if originally it was not good for man to be alone,it is much worse for a sick man to be so;he thinks too much of his distemper,and magnifies it.Some men of learning among the ecclesiastics,I dare say,would be glad to sit with you;and you could give them as good as they brought.

Poor Harte,who is here still,is in a most miserable condition:he has entirely lost the use of his left side,and can hardly speak intelligibly.I was with him yesterday.He inquired after you with great affection,and was in the utmost concern when I showed him your letter.

My own health is as it has been ever since I was here last year.I am neither well nor ill,but UNWELL.I have in a manner lost the use of my legs;for though I can make a shift to crawl upon even ground for a quarter of an hour,I cannot go up or down stairs,unless supported by a servant.God bless you and grant you a speedy recovery!

NOTE.--This is the last of the letters of Lord Chesterfield to his son,Mr.Philip Stanhope,who died in November,1768.The unexpected and distressing intelligence was announced by the lady to whom Mr.Stanhope had been married for several years,unknown to his father.On learning that the widow had two sons,the issue of this marriage,Lord Chesterfield took upon himself the maintenance of his grandchildren.The letters which follow show how happily the writer adapted himself to the trying situation.