LETTERXXXII.TO MR. L——.
Friday, Oct. 20, 1774.
IN obedience to my amiable friend’s request—I, with gratitude to the Almighty—and with pleasure to her—(I am sure I am right)—acquainther, that my ever dear Dame Sancho was exactly at half past one this afternoon delivered of a—child.—Mrs. Sancho, my dear Miss L——, is as well as can be expected—in truth, better than I feared she would be—for indeed she has been very unwell for this month past—I feel myself a ton lighter:—In the morning I was crazy with apprehension—and now I talk nonsense through joy.—This plaguy scrawl will cost you I know not what—but it’s not my fault—’tis your foolish godson’s—who, by me, tenders his dutiful respects. I am ever yours to command, sincerely and affectionately,
I. SANCHO.