dismay.

You must tell the Archbishop, that he will have the Leyden gazettes
a week later; as I cannot read them time enough to send by this
messenger.

The weather is delightful; and, I believe, we shall have done all our
business, so as to return on Thursday.

Pray, find out if the Queen goes to Caserta. Here, all is a profound
secret.

I must work hard, myself, at translating, when I return; for I believe
the language-master totally incapable of it.

I dined, this morning, at nine o'clock; and, I think, it agreed better
with me than tea. I found myself growing weak, for want of a good
meal, not daring to eat much at supper.

Adieu, my sweet love! adieu. Divert yourself--I shall soon be at you
again. Your's, ever,

W.H.




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