I pray God grant you in the largest portion, and life as long as you shall desire it!
Mr. Morgan's heathenish name is Marcus Antonius; I saw him and his lady yesterday, who both say they should be glad to kiss your hand; his eldest son is in the measles. Last night died the bishop of Ossory, of an inflammation on the lungs: he caught cold on Sunday at the castle chapel. We have provided one of the bishopricks for doctor Marlay.
I am told by some people that lord Orrery intends to make you and doctor Sheridan a visit; if so, I fear it will be a long time before you will think of returning here. I expect a long letter from doctor Sheridan, in answer to all that I have said to him in this.
I think this is so well written, that it needs no apology for a bad pen.
I am, sir, your most humble and most obedient servant,
FROM MRS. WHITEWAY.
I WADED this morning through dirt and rain to the deanery; but I place no more to your account from High street. I found every thing in great order; your bed and window curtains cleaned, and, to my
