May God be pleased to grant you a speedy recovery.
I am unalterably your good friend, William." Those were the last lines of that long correspondence.
On the twentieth of February William was ambling on a favourite horse, named Sorrel, through the park of Hampton Court.

He urged his horse to strike into a gallop just at the spot where a mole had been at work.
Sorrel stumbled on the mole-hill, and went down on his knees.

The King fell off, and broke his collar bone.

The bone was set; and he returned to Kensington in his coach.

The jolting of the rough roads of that time made it necessary to reduce the fracture again.