My Dearest Life
I would have wrote by last post but being a little scrimpd in Time I put it off; thinking you could support without it, the day after you left this was so bad, I was afraid youd have got yr death ridding [sic] in it; but am glad to hear you was in the close Chaise. all here are doing very well Archie continues in a good way. there is a letter to day from Miss Betty both My Lord & Lady have been ill & is not right yet, the first has been confined to his room I believe his Bed with a stick, & the other of a slow fever My Lord sat up one whole night with her & yr sister the other, I’m afraid of the worst for her; & their son is so weekly [sic] he does not rest on his feet so well as a Child of four months old, his teeth keeps him so very low I wonder they should propose ennoculating [sic] him, but yr sister says they dont think so ill of him as she does. Mrs Cunningham and yr Sister both came & missed me for the moment you was gone I went to Town & chose yr cloth & two or three other things I wanted, & in the afternoon of the same day went & saw Mrs Fullerton who seemed pleased at the visit: they went the next morning; as to the news papers, you cant have the postmaster to frank them Mr Stewart says unless you got them from him so that I must get some franks before I’ll send you them, for I fancy youll not chose to pay postage for them I shall apply to MacMillan for this favour.
I dare say your being so lonely at Forfar will be agreeable as you seem always to chuse retirement when at Home. yr sister Jenny regretted much she did not see you was Miss Cunninghams fault. I am vastly happy in her Company she is the best Companion that I ever now a days [sic] meet with, & a friendly good Girl I should like her vastly, tho’ we had no sort of connection; I hope [document damaged] must stay till the weather mends [document damaged] Now than was all winter, Archie wants a new fiddle from Forfar & has given the other to Jack, yr Sisters compts [compliments] attend you, & I remain my Dearest yours for ever, quoi que vous ne m’aime plus. adieu. G Campbell.
29th.
Miss Bettys acct: [account] must be paid to Mrs Seton so I beg My dr youll send me an order on the Bank forthwith.