What should I do without the Exchequer, or rather without the Auditurus

thereof, who of all personages whether in rus or in uxx urbe,

is the one to whom I most naturally write nonsense, talk nonsense, & look for friendly offices? – I pray you send Edith 25 £. She has consignments to send home, & some outlay to make for Bertha, besides her own expences, which (excellent manager & economist as she is) are of necessity much greater than they would be here. At present she seems to be heartily enjoying London, which is made as agreable to her as midnight parties & dancing can make it. A little of this is very well, but I shall not be sorry when she takes leave of it, & sets off for the Devonshire coast to enjoy better air, keep better hours, & employ herself in quieter & wholesomer pleasures. I wish she were coming home instead of travelling westward, for she is very much missed here at all times, & will be still more so when the marooning

season begins – as it would do now were she with us. But it is better that she should take this opportunity of going wherever inclination & occasion lead her, when she is already so far on the way.

I wrote her a letter the other day concerning a favourite simily of M^rs Coleridges,

– which would amuse you who know the parties. It lead me heartily to wish that you & I could spend a few weeks in absolute idleness together, that we might write the Butlers Travels.

What a noble chapter might be made concerning the country in which all the creatures of Heraldry are found. Alas I am at this time brimfull of good – genuine, glorious nonsense, worth all the stupid sense in the world, & worthy of living for ever, & behold the dogge <dull> employment with which I must drudgingly & doggedly go on, in – a reviewal of the Life of Hayley,

in which however I have the satisfaction of treating a gentleman – a scholar, & a generous-hearted man as he ought to be treated.