Alexander to buy corks, for Saunders already has gone above ten jaunts.
Mrs. Dingley and Mrs. Johnson say, truly they do not care for your wife's company, though they like your wine; but they had rather have it at their own house to drink in quiet.
However they own it is very civil in Mr. Sheridan to make the offer; and they cannot deny it.
I wish Alexander safe at St. Katharine's to night, with all my heart and soul, upon my word and honour.
But I think it base in you to send a poor fellow out so late at this time of year, when one would not turn out a dog that one valued; I appeal to your friend Mr. Connor.
I would present my humble service to my lady Mountcashel; but truly I thought she would have made advances to have been acquainted with me, as she pretended.
But now I can write no more, for you see plainly my paper is ended.
P. S. I wish when you prated,
Your letter you'd dated,
Much plague it created,
I scolded and rated,
My soul it much grated,
For your man I long waited,
I think you are fated,
Like a bear to be baited:
Your man is belated,
The case I have stated,
And me you have cheated.
