that walk in the park[1]. These are effects of our liberty of the press.
I long to know what is become of your new house, whether there is yet a union between that and the little one, or whether the work stops for want of money; and you pretend it is only, that the boards may have time to season. We are still in pain for Mr. Dopping's being in one of the packet boats that were taken. He and many more have vowed never to return to England again; which, if they forget, they may properly be called vows written in water.
Pray, sir, let me hear from you some time this hot weather, for it will be very refreshing; and I am confined by business to this ugly town, which, at this season of the year, is almost insufferable.
I am, Sir,
Your most faithful humble servant,
TO ARCHBISHOP KING.
I SENT your grace a long letter several weeks ago, enclosed in one to the dean[2]. I know not whether it came to your hands, having not since
- ↑ A poem by Oldisworth, under the title of "St. James's Park."
- ↑ Dr. Sterne.
