I am obliged to you for your long Letter， which did not seem so， and for your short one， which was more than I had any reason to expect. Short as it was it conveyed to me two interesting articles of intelligence， an account of your recovery from a fever， and of Lady Cowper's death. The latter was， I suppose， to be expected， for by what remembrance I have of her ladyship， who was never much acquainted with her， she had reached those years that are always found upon the borders of another world. As for you， your time of life is comparatively of a youthful date. You may think of death as much as you please， (you cannot think of it too much) but I hope you will live to think of it many years. It costs me not much difficulty to suppose that my friends who were already grown old， when I saw them last， are old still. But it costs me a good deal sometimes to think of those who were at that time young， as being older than they were. Not having been an eye-witness of the change that time has made in them， and my former Idea of them not being corrected by observation， it remains the same； my memory presents me with their image unimpaired， and while it retains the resemblance of what they were， forgets that by this time the picture may have lost much of its likeness， through the alteration that succeeding years have made in the original. I know not what impressions time may have made upon your person， for while his claws (as our Grann'am called them) strike deep furrows in some faces， he seems to sheath them with much tenderness as if fearfull of doing injury to others. But though an enemy to the person， he is a friend to the mind， and you have found him so. Though even in this respect his treatment of us depends upon what he meets with at our hands； if we use him well and listen to his admonitions and instructions， he is a friend indeed， but otherwise the worst of enemies， who takes from us daily something that we valued， and gives us nothing better in its stead. It is well with them who like you， can stand a tip： toe on the mountain： top of human life， look down with pleasure upon the valley they have passed， and some-times stretch their wings in joyful hope of a happy flight into eternity， yet a little while and your hope will be accomplished.