|Internal ID:||1221 [see the .xml file]|
|Identifier:||NLW 5500C, no. 145|
|Editors:||Transcribed by Ffion Mair Jones; edited by Ffion Mair Jones; encoded by Vivien Williams. (2019)|
Downing June - 8th.
If I was not a first rate patriot I should be angry at Charles Papps Price for diverting your journey to Downing. How happy should I have been with shewing my treasures to miss Bull & her good father. let us not drop all hopes of the pleasure aged as we are. I am tolerably well: walk moderately & ride much & if anasarca1 becomes impertinent I drive her away with a prescription of my worthy friends Doctor Haygarths. - Pococks drawing &c are yours: still what a debt do I owe you. I make a resolve never to give to the rich my indoostan, nor beg them to buy it: but wish to know what you hear of it.
I now send you some Prose & some poetry. the first of an old Dotard justice of 75. a wondrous production. the other, a song sent to our celebration of the Kings birth day on Monday. author unknown2
after the exercise & vollies of the morning my son & the whole corps dined at one long table to the amount of 110 fine fellows the parental heart leaped within me to see the festivity & affection of the day. I have now,
son, his beauteous spouse, &, charming grandson
with me. Tom the Christch: man will joi
us the latter end of the month. The lad caught the military flame, & without neglect of his studies joined the mottley military corps. He will never be hurt: but I dislike the clerical rage. I am truely angry at
Canterbury when I saw within these three days seven divines gazetted as caplains &c. [...]At Caerwis has been just held an Eisteddfod or Session of the poets, see
welsh Tour vol. I.3 I am told that their productions were the most stupid imaginable. & their libations in ale most beastly. The season of the welsh poetry has long since been over so I trust that the attempt will never be revived.
You forget answering my query about Th. Philip earl of Pembroke’s mother taring [sic] her hair at her son’s cowardice where is the tale told.4
Every good wish attend you & miss Bull must ever be repeated while
exists yr very affect: friend