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Paris, Oct. 16 / 27420 / I follow my last of the 14/25th, on occasion of a letter just now come to hand from Joseph Leman. The fellow is conscience ridden, Jack; and tells me, "That he cannot rest either day or night for the mischiefs which he fears he has been, or may still further be the means of doing. " He wishes, "if it please God, and if it please me, that he had never seen my Honour's face."
And what is the cause of his present concern, as to his own particular? What, but "the slights and contempts which he receives from every one of the Harlowes; from those particularly, he says, whom he has endeavoured to serve as faithfully as his engagements to me would let him serve them? And I always made him believe, he tells me, (poor weak soul as he was from his cradle! ) that serving me, was serving both, in the long run.