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TO DR LEWIS.
Doctor,-The pills are good for nothing-I might as well swallow snow-balls to cool my reins—I have told you over and over, how hard I am to move; and at this time of day, I ought to know something of my own constitution. Why will you be so positive ? Prithee send me another prescription-I am as lame and as much tortured in all my limbs as if I was broke upon the wheel: Indeed, I am equally distressed in mind and body-As if I had not plagues enough of my own, those children of my sister are left me for a perpetual source of vexation-What business have people to get children to plague their neighbours? A ridiculous incident that happened yesterday to my niece Liddy, has disordered me in such a manner, that I expect to be laid up with another fit of the gout-Perhaps I may explain myself in my next. I shall set out to-morrow morning for the Hot well at Bristol, where I am afraid I shall stay longer than I could wish. On the receipt of this, send Williams thither with my saddle-horse and the