The civilities, the kindnesses, the honours I receive, are so many and so great, that I am continually forced to put myself in mind how little I am entitled to them, and how many of them I owe to your ladyship.  I shall talk you to death at my return.  Shall you bear to hear me tell you a thousand times over, that Madame Geoffrin is the most rational woman in the world, and Madame d’Aiguillon the most animated and most obliging?  I think you will.  Your ladyship can endure the panegyric of your friends.  If you should grow impatient to hear them commended, you have nothing to do but to come over.  The best air in the world is that where one is pleased:  Sunning waters are nothing to it.  The frost is so hard, it is impossible to have the gout; and though the fountain of youth is not here, the fountain of age is, which comes to just the same thing.  One is never old here, or never thought so.  One makes verses as if one was but seventccn-for example:-

On madame de Forcalquier speaking English.

Soft sounds that steal from fair Forcalquier’s lips,
Like bee that murmuring the jasmin sips! 
Are these my native accents?  None so sweet,
So gracious, yet my ravish’d ears did meet. 
O power of beauty! thy enchanting look
Can melodize each note in Nature’s book. 
The roughest wrath of Russians, when they swear,
Pronounced by thee, flows soft as Indian air;
And dulcet breath, attemper’d by thine eyes,
Gives British prose o’er Tuscan verse the prize.

You must not look, Madam, for much meaning in these lines; they were intended only to run smoothly, and to be easily comprehended by the fair scholar who is learning our language.  Still less must you show them:  they are not calculated for the meridian of London, where you know I dread being represented as a shepherd.  Pray let them think that I am wrapped up in Canada bills, and have all the pamphlets sent over about the colonies and the stamp-act.

I am very sorry for the accounts your ladyship gives me of Lord Holland.  He talks, I am told, of going to Naples:  one would do a great deal for health, but I question if I could buy it at that expense.  If Paris would answer his purpose, I should not wonder if he came hither; but to live with Italians must be woful, and would ipso facto make me ill.  It is true I am a bad judge:  I never tasted illness but the gout, which, tormenting as it is, I prefer to all other distempers:  one knows the fit will end, will leave one quite well, and dispenses with the nonsense of physicians, and absurdity is more painful than pain:  at least the pain of the gout never takes away my spirits, which the other does.

I have never heard from Mr. Chute this century, but am glad the gout is rather his excuse than the cause, and that it lies only in his pen.  I am in too good humour to quarrel with any body, and consequently cannot be in haste to see England, where at least one is sure of being quarrelled with.  If they vex me, I will come back hither directly; and I shall have the satisfaction of knowing that your ladyship will not blame me.