A sudden call my eldest Daughter has to town to her worthy aunt who has long labord under a painful illness enables me to send you the History of quadrupeds with wooden plates; & my print. In the first is the drawing of the Whiff.2 at the latter end (by mistake) is a letter of the author’s:3 be so good as to take it out & return it by post. I send you the print that you may paste it on such paper as inclosed: When returnd moses shall decorate it. If you send for these at 7 o’clock on Thursday evening to Mrs Pennants upper Grosvenour street, they will be deliverd to yr order. If you can push it so as to be deliverd by 3 the next day, It may be brought me by a returning Servant. you are the only one that shall have a copy of this print till it is publish’d.
I was a good deal startled the other day by seeing a poem by [sic] mine in a newspaper: I could not account for it: till I recollected I had given copies of my
miscellanies to Lort
& Grose: both their effects were sold: & thus I am given to the public much malgré moy.4
I have given also copies of my literary life. I have no fear of you nor yrs: but of
other the executors of others I may. I shall therefore publish it myself with some droll advertisement. you know I have declared myself dead as an author. so my
literary life may fairly be publishd. Moses
will immediately undertake the Lusty Packingdon.
My Son's want of confidence will prevent his taking your excellent advice but I trust the world will have the sagacity to discover what he will never be forward to disclose. The treasures he brings home will be no small embellishments to my margins.
St. Caecilia is a beastly affair: but there is some humour in the Genius.
Yrs most truely
I conclude most abruptly as I am calld to the funeral of a respectable tenant.