I should be glad to hear from you, and the more so, as I have heard lately that your little boy was not stout. This place is very beautiful, and in a most beautiful country. I need not say how my climate is improved. The neighbourhood much the same as all other neighbourhoods. Red wine and white, soup and fish, bad wit and good-nature. I am, after my manner, making my place perfect; and have twenty-eight people constantly at work.
I am often very unhappy at my loss. It is the first real misfortune which ever befell me.
Tell me some good books. Read Bourrienne’s ‘Memoirs;’ they are very curious and entertaining. I think I have made a very wise move in coming here, and am perfectly satisfied with myself. I wish you were as much satisfied with me.