Chapter XXXIII: Letter XXXII: 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)--acquaint her, 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.