Meredith proposes to give now, and to which I give my
consent.

I thank you for inquiring after my health; my fits of the gout are not
very violent, but I am very glad you never have any of them. Pray make
my best comp^{ts} to Scott, and tell him that I din'd yesterday at
Streatham with Macnamara, who is getting better, notwithstanding the
weather here is as cold as at Christmas.

I am, my dear Lord, with all possible regard, your most sincere friend
and oblig'd humble servant,

RICHARD RIGBY.

Your stamp'd paper was not large enough, but my servant found a stamp'd
paper at Lincoln's Inn.

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St. James's Place,

9th June, 1783.

My dear Lord,

Ten thousand thanks for all the trouble you are so kind (as) to take in
my affairs; this day I receiv'd yours of the 31st May, with the bill
{370} inclosed for 498l. 2s. 5d. If the instrument I sent over should
not be satisfactory, I will sign any new deed which shall be sent me
for the purpose.

I have not much acquaintance w^{th} Lord Northington; but seeing him at
St. James's the day he took leave of the King, I wish'd him success in
his new government, and took the liberty to mention your name to him as
y^e person in the whole kingdom whose advice would be most beneficial
to him. I told him I asked no favour of him but one, which was to
recollect what I then said to him if he should have occasion to call
upon you for advice and assistance hereafter, when he would find it for
his great satisfaction to be well founded.

I am, my dear Lord, your most obliged and faithful humble servant,

RICHARD RIGBY.

To the Rt. Honorable Lord Ch. Justice Paterson, at Dublin.
Free, R. Rigby.

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THE WANDERING BEE.

"High mountains closed the vale,
Bare, rocky mountains, to all living things
Inhospitable; on whose sides no herb
Rooted, no insect fed, no bird awoke
Their echoes, save the eagle, strong of wing;
A lonely plunderer, that afar
Sought in the vales his prey.

"Thither towards those mountains Thalaba
Advanced, for well he ween'd that there had Fate
Destined the adventure's end.
Up a wide vale, winding amid their depths,
A stony vale between receding heights
Of stone, he wound his way.
A cheerless place! _The solitary Bee,_
_Whose buzzing was the o