TO MRS. RIDDEL,
Who had desired him to go to the Birth-Day Assembly on that day to show his loyalty.
[This is the last letter which the poet wrote to this accomplished lady.]
Dumfries, 4th June, 1796.
I am in such miserable health as to be utterly incapable of showing my loyalty in any way. Rackt as I am with rheumatisms, I meet every face with a greeting like that of Balak to Balaam—“Come, curse me Jacob; and come, defy me Israel!” So say I—Come, curse me that east wind; and come, defy me the north! Would you have me in such circumstances copy you out a love-song?
I may perhaps see you on Saturday, but I will not be at the ball.—Why should I? “man delights not me, nor woman either!” Can you supply me with the song, “Let us all be unhappy together?”—do if you can, and oblige, le pauvre miserable
R. B.