But 'tis a breach, at least, of the two last, to deceive me.

I am sincere: I shall be sorry if I am not now what pleases; but if I (as I could with joy) abandon all things to the care of pleasing you, I am then undone if I do not succeed .-- Be generous." It was about this time that she confided her troubles to Mrs.Hewet.
"At present, my domestic affairs go on so ill, I want spirits to look round," she wrote.

"I have got a cold that disables my eyes and disorders me every other way.

Mr.Mason has ordered me blooding, to which I have submitted, after long contestation.

You see how stupid I am; I entertain you with discourses of physic, but I have the oddest jumble of disagreeable things in my head that ever plagued poor mortals; a great cold, a bad peace, people I love in disgrace, sore eyes, the horrid prospect of a civil war, and the thought of a filthy potion to take.