S. T. C."


"My dear Cottle,

The Religious Musings are finished, and you shall have them on Thursday.

S. T. C."


Sometimes sickness interfered.


"Dear Cottle,

A devil, a very devil, has got possession of my left temple, eye, cheek,
jaw, throat, and shoulder. I cannot see you this evening. I write in
agony.

Your affectionate Friend and Brother,

S. T. C."


Sometimes his other engagements were of a pressing nature.


"Dear Cottle,

Shall I trouble you (I being over the mouth and nose, in doing something