Going this day upon a long course of Corrosive Mercury—w^{ch}. in itself, is deadly poyson, but given in a certain preparation, not very dangerous—I was forced to give it up in Town, from the terrible Cholicks both in Stomach & Bowels—but the Faculty thrust it down my Throat again—These Gentry have got it into their Nodelles, That mine is _an Ecclesiastic_ Rheum as the french call it—god help em! I submit as my Uncle Toby did, in drinking Water, upon the wound he rec^d. in his Groin—_Merely for quietness sake_. * * * * * June 1. The Faculty, my dear Eliza! have mistaken my Case—why not y^{rs}.? I wish I could fly to you & attend you but one month as a physician—You’ll Languish & dye where you are,—(if not by the climate)—most certainly by their _Ignorance of y^r. Case_, & the unskilful Treatment you must be a martyr to in such a place as Bombay.—I’m Languishing here myself with every Aid & help—& tho’ I shall conquer it—yet have had a cruel Struggle—w^d. my dear friend, I could ease y^{rs}., either by my Advice—my attention—my Labour—my purse—They are all at y^r. Service, such as they are—and that you know Eliza—or my friendship for you is not worth a rush. * * * * * June 2^d. This morning surpriz’d with a Letter from my Lydia—that She and her Mama, are coming to pay me a Visit—but on Condition I promise not to detain them in England beyond next April—when, they purpose, by my Consent, to retire into France, & establish themselves for Life—To all which I have freely given my parole of Honour—& so shall have them with me for the Summer—from Oct^r. to April—they take Lodgings in York—when they Leave me for good & all I suppose.