You need not fear all the women in this world; for all others, except
yourself, are pests to me. I know but one; for, who can be like my
Emma? I am confident, you will do nothing which can hurt my feelings;
and I will die by torture, sooner than do any thing which could offend
you.

Give ten thousand kisses to my dear Horatia.

Yesterday, the subject turned on the cow-pox. A gentleman declared,
that his child was inoculated with the cow-pox; and afterwards
remained in a house where a child had the small-pox the natural way,
and did _not_ catch it. Therefore, here was a full trial with the
cow-pox. The child is only feverish for two days; and only a slight
inflammation of the arm takes place, instead of being all over
_scabs_. But, do you what you please!

I did not get your newspapers; therefore, do not know what promise you
allude to: but this I know, I have _none_ made me.

The extension of the patent of peerage is going on; but the wording of
my brother's note, they have wrote for a meaning to. The patent must
be a new creation. First, to my father, if he outlives me; then to
William, and his sons; then to Mrs. Bolton, and her sons; and Mrs.
Matcham, and her's. Farther than that, I care not; it is far enough.
But it may never get to any of them; for the old patent may extend
by issue male of my own carcase: I am not so very old; and may marry
again, a wife more suitable to my genius.

I like the Morning Chronicle.