In a Letter to B.F. Esq. at Sydney, Ne of a letter from t be to you in t strange one to ed, I feel some compunctious visitings at my long silence. But, indeed, it is no easy effort to set about a correspondence at our distance. ters betion. It is difficult to conceive retc. It is a sort of presumption to expect t ones ts s is like ing for posterity: and reminds me of one of Mrs. Roions, quot;Alcander to Strep; Co-Angel is no more t in sucercourse. One drops a packet at Lombard- street, and in ty-four s it as fres came in ice. It is only like . But suppose a tube let do one end, and t t o t of conversation, if you kne t interesting t ake tions of a s passage. Yet for aug primitive idea -- Platos man -- to reckon ourselves.

    Epistolary matter usually comprisetopics; neiment, and puns. In tter, I include all non-serious subjects; or subjects serious in t treated after my fas, for ne desirable circumstance, I suppose, is t true. But y can I  rut before you get it unaccountably turn into a lie? For instance, our mutual friend P. is at t ing -- my Noion. You are glad to . tural and friendly. But at t reading -- your Noo abate sometransport (i.e. at  least considerably to modify it. I am going to to re, I told me, in your land of d---d realities. You naturally lick your lips, and envy me my felicity. t a moment, and you  teful emotion.  is Sunday morning enses, ts, is in a degree common to all postage. But if I sent you o Bat I ing treat t t you received telligence my full