The accident that had like to have happened to you and Charles(5) ma fait glacer le sang.  I hope it was not Robert that was so heedless.  But that, the wild boars, the Alps, precipices, felouques, changes of climate, are all to me such things as, besides that they grossissent de loin, that if I allowed my imagination its full scope, I should not have a moment’s peace.

I shall think no more of anything that may happen unfortunately either to you or me for the next twelve months, than I do in passing from Dover to Calais of the one-inch plank that is between me and Eternity.  I have assured myself that as long as the time will appear in passing now, I shall think some time hence its progress not so slow, and I will not add imaginary to real evils, by supposing it possible that I shall not meet you again.

I came down here on this day sevennight, and could I have walked Out—­but the deep snow has prevented that—­I should have passed my time among my workmen tolerably well.

Lord Lisbourne(6) and Williams(7) were to have come with me, but disappointed me.  His lordship was hunting a mare’s nest, as they say, and fancied he should be this week nominated either of the Admiralty or Board of Trade.  He is fututo de, and Lord Ch[arle]s Spencer(8) is of the first, and no vacancy in the other.

Vernon(9) has Fanshaw’s place at the Green Cloth, and this Greasy Cook dismissed with a sop, but of what sort I know not; however, he thinks himself happy that a dish-clout was not pinned to his tail.  March(10) is passing Xmas between Lord Spencer’s and the Duke of Grafton’s.(11) There is no Oubourn;(12) that family has been occupied, and is now, between recovering a little of his Grace’s sight, and niggling themselves into Administration.

I believe I told you of Crawfurd’s(13) preferment in my letter of last Friday sevennight.  I shall return to London the end of this week, and go in search of further news for your entertainment.  The journal which you suppose me to keep is no other than minutes I make of what I hear.  When you come back from your travels my office of journalist will cease.

I have no one with me but Raton,(14) but he is in great health and beauty.  I’m sorry that you told me nothing of poor Rover; pray bring him back if you can, and don’t let a Cardinal or any other dog stick it into him.

I find my affairs here, which you are so good as to enquire after, much as I expected them.  The needy and tumultuous part of my constituents are daily employed more and more, as the time of election approaches, to find me a competitor, and put me, if they cannot, to a needless expense, but I believe their schemes will be abortive as to the main design; and as to money, I must expect to see a great deal of it liquified and in streams about the streets of the neighbouring city.