MY dear Sarah,—I have been a long time anxiously expecting the happy news that I have just received. I address you because, as the letter has been lying some days at the India House, I hope you are able to sit up and read my congratulations on the little live boy you have been so many years wishing for. As we old women say, ‘May he live to be a great comfort to you!’ I never knew an event of the kind that gave me so much pleasure as the little long-looked-for-come-at-last’s arrival; and I rejoiced to hear his honour has begun to suck—the word was not distinctly written and I was a long time making out the solemn fact. I hope to hear from you soon, for I am desirous to know if your nursing labours are attended with any difficulties. I wish you a happy getting-up, and a merry christening.
Charles sends his love, perhaps though he
will write a scrap to Hazlitt at the
end. He is now looking over me, he is always in my way, for he has had a
month’s holydays at home, but I am happy to say they end on Monday—when
mine begin, for I am going to pass a week at Richmond with Mrs. Burney. She has been dying, but she went
to the Isle of Wight and recovered once more, and she is
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