I enclose you the letter for her Grace. St. Augustine be your speed (who was the patron of all pretty women, and of course your titular saint as well as mine).
I should wish that if you did not dine at the Park to-morrow, or the day after, you would enclose my letter directly to the Duchess, as I wish her to have it whilst she reigns lady paramount, and before the Duchess of Richmond comes over. This is the season for urging requests—so let us make hay, &c., &c. Seriously and without sentiment, my dear friend, rally your deceased feelings in my favour. I depend on you for once—forget yourself and remember me.
