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Tuesday, Aug. 3, 1784. MY DEAR POLLY,
Ar Paris, and in every capital, of Europe at least, you will create to yourself a superior regard and esteem; but
your consequence in a country-town must originate in a very different way, and even this letter is of some moment, because it shews there are people out of such a country-town as Calais, who interest themselves for
you. Home news.-Susan set off for Dover yesterday morning at five, in good spirits as I am informed. The same day arrived two letters from my dear daughter, and the excellent Dutchess, both which I greatly admire. I am happy that the pillars came safe, and above all in the
auspicious moment; and considering their value, I do not much mind the Dutchess's paying the carriage, although I wish that it had been otherwise. Every thing has been fortunate, and most luckily timed, but unluckily Lady Effingham has been in New Palace Yard, and has read our now great cousin your long letter, which by no means seemed to please the Baronet's lady
It is however of no consequence, as I believe, from the little peep I can take into futurity, neither the intimacy of the B.'s, nor of the M.'s, will be much cultivated by you in future.
I wrote to Mrs. Belcher about a person to attend
and shall be impatient for her to-morrow, should Susan be ridiculous.
Sir Francis Samuel Drake is to be sworn in at Guildhall on Thursday, after which I set out for Dartford,
Nothing can be more elegant than all the turns of the Dutchess's letter, nor more affectionate, and respectful, to you, as well as grateful to me.
The new Thomas is very attentive, and seems willing to learn, but is exceed. ingly awkward.
The weather is now become very fine, and I hope will favour your passage. Were I a poet, I should odefy Æolus ; but as I am not, in plain prose I have only to wish propitious gales, and sunshine. You will find me wandering on the coast, like one of the ghosts in the sixth book of the Æneid, notwithstanding my aldermanic quality, and straining the visual orb after your packet.
City of London Inn, at Dover,
Saturday, Aug. 7, 1784.
I COULD not miss a Dover packet going with a favourable wind to Calais to tell you of my safe arrival fiere, and to wish you the same good luek. It blew a hurricane last night. If there should be the least danger, I entreat you by no means to venture. I shall wait your arrival, and as my holydays commenced yesterday, the public cannot suffer by the delay, although the impatience of a fond father most anxiously thinks with reluctance of your being detained one hour longer than
intended on the Gallic coast.
May the most propitious gales fill your sails !
South Parade, Bath,
Monday, May 16, 1785. The lowering sky of this morning. my dearest Polly, has more charms for me than the blue ether of Italy, for I expect the clouds to drop fatness shortly, in the Scripture phrase. The earth in general is quite parched up, but the meadows which border on the Avon have the usual tender verdure of spring. The nightingales are in full song, and I only regret that they do not charm your ear as they do mine in the morning as well as the evening.
When I breakfasted at Salt Hill on Saturday, Mrs. March carried me to what she called her cottage, a small house wonderfully neat ; almost close to