Chapter CXLIX: Letter CXLVII: To Miss C

Saturday, Sept. 9, 1780.

DEAR MISS,

I HAVE the honour to address you upon a very interesting, serious, critical subject.--Do not be alarmed! it is an affair which I have had at heart some days past--it has employed my meditations more than my prayers.--Now, I protest, I feel myself in the most aukward of situations--but it must out--and so let it.--But how does my good, my half-adored Mrs. C----? and how does Miss A----? and when did you see my worthy Mrs. R----? Are they all well, and happy as friendship could wish them? How is the Doctor and Beau S----, all well?--Well, thank God--and you and your dear self are well? Honey, and was not Lord N---- an Irish title? true, but the chield is Scotch born.--Pray give my best affections to Mrs. C----, and acquaint her with the state of the poll for the ancient city and liberty of Westminster, which I inclose. I would not wish you to mention what I so boldly advanced in the beginning of this letter.--No; let it die away like a miser’s hope.

Your most obedient,
most humble servant,
I remain, dear Miss C----,

I. SANCHO.

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