Stratton Street. March 8. 1793
My dear Sir,
I hope and trust you have passed a more agreeable winter than I have done, in the midst of Apozems,1 and elmulsions, which are ever my aversion, & never do good. my confinement has been perpetual; In the winter I am forced to roll myself up, like a wood:louse, and be content to remain in a torpid state, even in such days, as invite reptiles, apparently worse than myself, to crawl about; in short I am a non discript animal, that would puzzle the best naturalist of you all.
I have at last got two copies upon large paper of the new Edition of London, one of which, I shall keep till I have the pleasure of seeing you, or of receiving your directions about; the other I shall pay for, and take care it is not charged to your account; there is no reason why it should be so. Faulder, the Prince of puzzle pates, has sent the Plates quite imperfect, and two of them so torn, and rumpled, that I have sent them back to be changed, together with half a dozen sheets of the letter press, which are too dirty for our use.
The early intelligence the publishers of news:papers now contrive to procure, has completely ruin’d all private informations, which correspondents heretofore, were mutually enabled to oblige their friends with. every thing by way of news nowadays, from a private pen, comes in, lagging, like a distanc’d horse.
It is a matter of great pleasure to every body to know, that the troops are arriv’d in Holland, safe, and well – our fears about them, were by no means groundless. they sail’d in too great a hurry, and not well equip’d. one of the transports forgot to take any ballast on board; some of the cannon were intended for that purpose, but it did not arrive in time, and so they sail’d without even a gravel Ballast.
A Seperate Peace, between the Prussians, and the French, is already talked of, but surely without foundation, tho’, I for one, have a bad opinion of Frederick.
Our best good wishes, attend you and yours, as always, and I am Dear Sir, Your oblig’d and faithful