I am afraid of delaying a day for fear you should be gone. I cannot imitate the lofty nights of Jeffrey, but I am, without metaphors, very sorry to lose the pleasures of your society.
We have a pleasant party staying here. I will write to you if I remain alive. If I am removed (as is the common fate of Canons) by an indigestion, retain some good-natured recollections of an ecclesiastic who knows your value. God bless you,