I send this day my annual cheese, of which I pray your acceptance. I hope it will prove as good as the last.
The papers all say you are going out; but I don’t
believe a word of it. I am very well, and have no
MEMOIR OF THE REV. SYDNEY SMITH. | 383 |
The purchase of the “Hole”* is nearly completed. I shall come up a few days before Mrs. Sydney, to furnish it, and make it ready for her reception. This will probably be in February. I have fallen into the duet life, and it seems to do very well. Mrs. Sydney and I have been reading Beauvilliers’ book on Cookery. I find, as I suspected, that garlic is power; not in its despotic shape, but exercised with the greatest discretion.