All my sins to Mrs. Talbot you are to expiate; I am here quite alone, and want nothing but your fetching to go to her.  I have been in town for a day, just to see Lord Bury who is come over with the Duke; they return next Thursday.  The Duke is fatter, and it is now not denied that he has entirely lost the sight of one eye.  This did not surprise me so much as a bon mot of his.  Gumley, who you know is grown Methodist, came to tell him, that as he was on duty, a tree in Hyde Park, near the powder magazine, had been set on fire; the Duke replied, he hoped it was not by the new light.  This nonsensical new light is extremely in fashion, and I shall not be surprised if we see a revival of all the folly and cant of the last age.  Whitfield preaches continually at my Lady Huntingdon’s,(1464) at Chelsea; my Lord Chesterfield, my Lord Bath, my Lady Townshend, my Lady Thanet, and others, have been to hear him.(1465) What will you lay that, next winter, he is not run after, instead of Garrick?

I am just come from the play at Richmond, where I found the Duchess of Argyle and Lady Betty Campbell, and their court.  We had a new actress, a Miss Clough; an extremely fine tall figure, and very handsome:  she spoke very justly, and with spirit.  Garrick is to produce her next winter; and a Miss Charlotte Ramsey, a poetess and deplorable actress.  Garrick, Barry, and some more of the players, were there to see these new comedians; it is to be their seminary.

Since I came home I have been disturbed with a strange, foolish woman, that lives at the great corner house yonder; she is an attorney’s wife, and much given to the bottle.  By the time she- has finished that and daylight, she grows afraid of thieves, and makes the servants fire minute guns out of the garret windows.  I remember persuading Mrs. Kerwood that there was a great smell of thieves, and this drunken dame seems literally to smell it.  The divine Asheton, whom I suppose you will have seen when you receive this, will give you an account of the astonishment we were in last night at hearing guns; I began to think that the Duke had brought some of his defeats from Flanders.

I am going to tell you a long story, but you will please to remember that I don’t intend to tell it well; therefore, if you discover any beauties in the relation where I never intended them, don’t conclude, as you did in your last, that I know they are there.  If I had not a great command of my pen, and could not force it to write whatever nonsense I had heard last, you would be enough to pervert all one’s letters, and put one upon keeping up one’s character; but as I write merely to satisfy you, I shall take no care but not to write well:  I hate letters that are called good letters.