It gives me the most heart-felt pain—to address you another line on the subject of my little Vol:—My only apology Must be—”et necessitate rei.”—to a mind like yours, it will be Sufficent—: My old friend <[. . .]> Doctor Danforth—advised me, to remove for a few Weeks into the Country—My State of health, imperiously demands it—I wish to go this Week—if I can gain a trifle for the purpose—I am now out doors & have been & am now very Sick—poverty urges me out—prudence Says Stay with in doors—Whatever you Send, the Stage Man will deliver me Safe—pray you to excuse a Man who has the most incurable of all crimes—poverty.

With gratitude & respect—.