Chapter LXXV: Letter LXXIII: To Mr. M

Sept. 16, 1778.

DEAR M----,

YOURS just received--and by great good luck I have found Mr. B--’s list, which I inclose--and God speed your labours! Poor ---- sets off this evening for ----, to take one parting look of his ----, and on Monday sets off fresh for ----. Mr. H--’s anxieties end in good luck at last; he also on Monday enters in one of the best houses in the city.--On Thursday I hope you will succeed in your affair--and then my three Geniuses will be happy;--I have had plague and perplexity enough with two of you.--When do you think of coming to town? In my last was some of the best poetry--that has--or was--aye, aye. Pray, Sir, read it over once more. Well, what do you, or can you, say to it? Oh, envy--envy!--but, Mr. Monkey, the wit and true poetry of that billet must make amends for the shortness of it.--This is Saturday night--consequently it must be esteemed a favour that I write at all:--my head aches--and, though my invention temes with brilliancies, I can only remember that I am very much

Yours,

I. SANCHO.