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Copy of some LETTERS signed Thomas Moffat, lately returned from England.
SIR,
NOtwithstanding of my having written to you very often, and at much length of late, and that I am upon the point of setting out for Boston with the first weather fit for travelling, yet I cannot refrain from troubling you with a few lines about the 8th and 9th letters of the Farmer, which I now inclose you. They are oracular here and make rapid deep impressions, and who is there at this time here, if ca|pable, that may undertake to contradict or expose these agreeable seasonable epistolary Sophisms? Relief, Support and Recompence so long and so much expected, hoped and wished for, seems too tardy and slow paid—vigour and reso|lution seems to be exhausted in Great-Britain, or bestowed up|on improper and more trivial objects, than the subjection or obedience of America. Excuse these out-pourings of melan|cholly and despondency in a very dreary day, when the wea|ther alters and the sun shines abroad, perhaps I may see through a brighter or more agreeable medium, but believe me the prospect is now bad and unpromising, but however it may prove, I desire and pray you to be assured that I am,
Sir,
your most obedient and most humble Servant, THOMAS MOFFAT.
N. London, February 7, 1768.
I will also trouble you from Boston.
SIR,
BY Mr. Byles I am favoured with your most obliging let|ter of the second of August last, for which together with your extraordinary civility to Mr. Byles I truly thank you: I could not really think of such a person going from hence without shewing him to you, as a Parson or Minister of his way and turn of thinking may be considered as of the comet kind here, which leads me to say somewhat abruptly if not improperly to you, that it seems to me here as if the Universi|ties of Scotland had conspired to distinguish all the firebrand incendiary preachers of this country with plumes of honorary degrees and titles, which in truth are only so many mortifica|tions to the friends of Great-Britain or lovers of letters, who cannot help being touched and chagrined at the too frequent profusion of honor and titles conferred from Scotland upon the leading preachers of sedition. I wish this affair of litera|ry prostitution from my native country may induce you to speak of it to some of that nation with whom I know you are intimate, that may think of preventing it for the future.
As to Boston, the great theatre of action, I have been silent for some time past only for want of certain intelligence, as every day generally produced new rumours without any or much foundation in truth—but since the arrival of the two regiments with Col. Dalrymple all has been quiet there. I now flatter myself that measures of vigour will be pursued and maintained here, and I impatiently wish to hear that