Glasse, Dr

Hannah More to Marianne Sykes Thornton, November or December 1809

It is a good exercise for those who are apt to pine over petty evils to turn their eyes to the Bathursts,3 the Aucklands,4 and above all to poor Dr. Glasse.5 His is surely the consummation of human misery when there is no glimpse of comfort but in the dismal hope that his son was mad. I am distressed about writing to Since we met in Devonshire a few letters have passed between us. I owe her [deletion] /one/ now, but know not how to write after this calamity which differs from mere death – then one knows what one has to do.6