LETTERLXXVI.TO MR. S——.
October 15, 1778.
YOU want a long letter—where am I to find subject? My heart is sick with untoward events—poor Kitty is no better—the Duke of Queensbury ill, dangerously I fear—the best friend and customer I have. M—— is just now come in—nay he is at my elbow—you know I wish you well—and that we all are well, Kitty excepted—so let M—— conclude for your loving friend,
I. SANCHO.
The above you are to consider as bread and cheese. M—— will give you goose stuffed with grapes[8]. Mr. H—— called here last night, and read yours:—he is worked sweetly—what with his office late hours, and his family’s odd humours—but all is for the best.
[8]Alluding to Mr. S——’s last letter, wherein he had informed Mr. Sancho, that that epicurean morsel was one of the many dishes with which he had been regaled at a place where he had lately dined.
[8]Alluding to Mr. S——’s last letter, wherein he had informed Mr. Sancho, that that epicurean morsel was one of the many dishes with which he had been regaled at a place where he had lately dined.