LETTERXCI.TO J—— S——, ESQ.
Charles Street, June 16, 1779.
DEAR SIR,
IN truth, I was never more puzzled in my life than at this present writing—the acts of common kindness, or the effusions of mere common-will, I should know what to reply to—but, by my conscience, you act upon so grand a scale of urbanity, that a man should possess a mind as noble, and a heart as ample, as yourself! before he attempts evento be grateful upon paper.—You have made me richer than ever I was in my life—till this day I thought a bottle of good wine a large possession. Sir, I will enjoy your goodness with a glad heart—and every deserving soul I meet with shall share a glass with me, and join in drinking the generous donor’s health. Mrs. Sancho’s eyes betray her feelings—she bids me think for her—which I do most sincerely, and for myself,
I. SANCHO.