Chapter LXXVIII: Letter LXXVI: To Mr. S

October 15, 1778.

YOU want a long letter--where am I to find subject? My heart is sick with untoward events--poor Kitty is no better--the Duke of Queensbury ill, dangerously I fear--the best friend and customer I have. M---- is just now come in--nay he is at my elbow--you know I wish you well--and that we all are well, Kitty excepted--so let M---- conclude for your loving friend,

I. SANCHO.

The above you are to consider as bread and cheese. M---- will give you goose stuffed with grapes[8]. Mr. H---- called here last night, and read yours:--he is worked sweetly--what with his office late hours, and his family’s odd humours--but all is for the best.

[8] Alluding to Mr. S----’s last letter, wherein he had informed Mr.
Sancho, that that epicurean morsel was one of the many dishes with
which he had been regaled at a place where he had lately dined.