Chapter XVI: Letter XV: To Mr. M

Nov. 8, 1772.

BRAVO! my ingenious friend!--to say you exceed my hopes, would be to lye.--At my first knowledge of you--I was convinced that Providence had been partial in the talents entrusted to you--therefore I expected exertion on your side--and I am not disappointed; go on, my honest heart, go on!--hold up the mirror to an effeminate gallimawfry----insipid, weak, ignorant, and dissipated set of wretches--and scourge them into shame--the pen--the pencil--the pulpit--oh! may they all unite their endeavours--and rescue this once manly and martial people from the silken slavery of foreign luxury and debauchery!--Thou, my worthy M----, continue thy improvements; and may the Almighty bless thee with the humble mien of plenty and content!--Riches ensnare--the mediocrity is Wisdom’s friend--and that be thine!--When you see S----, note his behaviour--he writes me word that he intends a thorough and speedy reformation;--I rather doubt him, but should be glad to know if you perceive any marks of it--You do not tell me that you have seen Mr. G----; if you have not, I shall be angry with you--and attribute your neglect to pride:--pray render my compliments most respectful and sincere to Mrs. H----, and the little innocent laughing rose-bud--my love to my son.--I am heartily tired of the country;--the truth is--Mrs. Sancho and the girls are in town;--I am not ashamed to own that I love my wife--I hope to see you married, and as foolish.

I am yours, sincerely, &c. &c.

+Ign. Sancho.+