Keswick, Cumberland.
Nov. 26, 1811.
My Dear Sir,—We are now in this lovely spot,
where for a time we have fixed our residence. The rent of our cottage,
furnished, is £1 10s. per week. We do not intend to take ![]()
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up our abode here for a perpetuity, but should wish to have a house in Sussex.
Perhaps you would look out for us. Let it be in some picturesque, retired
place—St. Leonard’s Forest, for instance. Let it not be nearer to
London than Horsham, nor near any
populous manufacturing
town. We do not covet either a propinquity to
barracks.
Is there any possible method of raising money without exorbitant interest until
my coming of age? I hear that you and my
father have had a rencontre. I was surprised that he dared to
attack you, but men always hate those whom they have injured; this hatred was,
I suppose, a stimulant which supplied the want of courage.
Whitton has written to me to state the
impropriety of my letter to my mother and sister; this letter I have returned,
with a passing remark on the back of it. I find that affair on which those
letters spoke is become the general gossip of the idle newsmongers of Horsham.
They give me credit of having invented it. They do my invention much
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honour, but greatly discredit their own penetration.
My kind remembrances to all friends, believe me, dear sir,
Yours most truly,
We dine with the Duke of
N. at Graystock this week.
