I am, my dear Poole, your affectionate,
H. Davy.
TO THE SAME.
Firle, Nov. 7.
MY DEAR POOLE,
I am going to London to-morrow, and after staying two or three days, to try a new plan of medical treatment, which my physicians recommend, I shall come westward, and profit by your kindness, and adopt whichever of the plans will promise to be most salutary.
If I take Mr. C——'s house, Lady Davy will come to me. With respect to society, I want only a friend, or one person or two at most, to prevent entire solitude, and I am too weak to bear much conversation, and wholly unfit to receive any but persons with whom I am in the habits of intimacy.
I can hardly express to you how deeply I feel your kindness.
As I must travel slowly, I shall not probably be at Stowey before Wednesday or Thursday next. Pray do not ask any body to meet me. I am upon the strictest diet,—a wing of a chicken and a plain rice or bread pudding is the extreme of my gourmanderie. God bless you.