COPY OF A LETTER FROM SIR B. BLOOMFIELD
TO DR. SIR RICHARD CROFT.
"My dear Croft,
"I am commanded by his royal highness to convey
[[370]]to you his solicitude for your health and happiness; and I am to inform you, that the aid of so faithful a friend as yourself is indispensable. It is by her majesty's command I write this to you.
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"We have intelligence by the 20th ult. that the Princess of Wales is to take a road favourable to the accomplishment of our long-desired wishes; that we may keep pace with her, there is no one upon whose fidelity we can more fully rely than you yourself.
"A few months relaxation from the duties of your profession will banish all gloomy ideas, and secure the favour of her majesty.
"Come, my boy, throw physic to the dogs, and be the bearer of the happy intelligence of a divorce, to render ourselves still more deserving the confidence of our beloved master, whose peace and happiness we are bound in duty to secure by every means in our power.
"Remember this: the road to fortune is short; and let me see you to-day at three o'clock, without fail, in my bureau.
"Yours faithfully,"
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