I told you I intended to be at Cambridge about this time,
and here I am. You told me you would run down and see me. I expect you will be
as good as your word. All the choice I allow you as a man of honour is to fix
your own time for coming. As an opera goer, you will not care about Madam Sontag, nor would you desire any great
craniological or physionomical satisfaction by the study of the Duke of Gloucester’s head or countenance,
who is Chancellor. Not that his head would look bad among the
“Heads” of the university, but you may perhaps call to mind the
soliloquy of the Fox in the statuary’s shop—‘Tis a pity so
fine
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