Burford, Eighty Miles from London.
Saturday Night, [July 27th, 1801.]

Here we are, my Dear Emma, after a pleasant day's journey! No
extraordinary occurrence. Our chaise is good, and would have held the
famous "_Tria juncta in Uno_," very well: but, we must submit to the
circumstances of the times.

Sir Joseph Bankes we found in bed with the gout: and, last night, his
hot-house was robbed of its choicest fruit--peaches and nectarines.

Amuse yourself as well as you can; and you may be assured, that I
shall return as soon as possible, and you shall hear from me often.

Ever your's, my dear Emma, with the truest affection,

Wm. HAMILTON.

My kindest love to my Lord, if he is not gone.

_P.S._ Corn, at this market, fell fifteen pounds a load to-day.




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SIR WILLIAM HAMILTON, K.B.