I hope you are better than when I left town, and that you have found a house. I have had two months’ holiday from gout. Do not imagine I have forgotten my annual tribute of a cheese, but my carriage is in the hands of the doctor, and I have not been able to get to Taunton; for I cannot fall into that absurd English fashion of going in open carriages in the months of December and January,—seasons when I should prefer to go in a bottle, well corked and sealed.
The Hibberts are here, and the house full, light, and warm. Time goes on well. I do all I can to love the country, and endeavour to believe those poeti-
* Mrs. Sydney had been seriously ill, and he had been anxious she should try change of air. |
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I have long since got rid of all ambition and wish for distinctions, and am much happier for it. The journey is nearly over, and I am careless and good-humoured; at least good-humoured for me, as it is not an attribute which has been largely conceded to me by Providence.
Accept my affectionate and sincere good wishes.