LETTERXXV.TO MR. B——.
August 12, 1775.
DEAR SIR,
IF I knew a better man than yourself—you would not have had this application—which is in behalf of a merry, chirping, white-toothed, clean, tight, and light, little fellow!—with a woolly pate—and face as dark as your humble;—Guiney-born, and French-bred—the sulky gloom of Africa dispelled by Gallic vivacity—and that softened again with English sedateness—a rarefellow!—rides well—and can look upon a couple of horses—dresses hair in the present taste—shaves light—and understands something of the arrangement of a table and side-board;—his present master will authenticate him a decent character—he leaves him at his own (Blacky’s) request:—he has served him three years—and, like Teague, would be glad of a good master—if any good master would be glad of him.—As I believe you associate chiefly with good-hearted folks—it is possible your interest may be of service to him.—I like the rogue’s looks, or a similarity of colour should not have induced me to recommend him.—Excuse this little scrawl from your friend, &c.
Ignatius Sancho.
“For conscience, like a fiery horse,“Will stumble if you check his course;“But ride him with an easy rein,“And rub him down with worldly gain,“He’ll carry you through thick and thin,“Safe, although dirty, to your Inn.”
“For conscience, like a fiery horse,“Will stumble if you check his course;“But ride him with an easy rein,“And rub him down with worldly gain,“He’ll carry you through thick and thin,“Safe, although dirty, to your Inn.”
“For conscience, like a fiery horse,“Will stumble if you check his course;“But ride him with an easy rein,“And rub him down with worldly gain,“He’ll carry you through thick and thin,“Safe, although dirty, to your Inn.”
“For conscience, like a fiery horse,
“Will stumble if you check his course;
“But ride him with an easy rein,
“And rub him down with worldly gain,
“He’ll carry you through thick and thin,
“Safe, although dirty, to your Inn.”