r,
Lieut.-Gen. Wolfe, who served with my grandfather and General Webb
in the famous wars of the Duke of Marlborough. Mr. Wolfe has a son,
Lieut.-Col. James Wolfe, engaged to be married to a beautiful lady now
in this place, Miss Lowther of the North--and though but 30 years old he
is looked up to as much as any officer in the whole army, and has served
with honour under his Royal Highness the Duke wherever our arms have
been employed.

"I thank my honoured mother for announcing to me that a quarter's
allowance of 52l. 10s. will be paid me by Mr. Trail. I am in no present
want of cash, and by practising a rigid economy, which will be necessary
(as I do not disguise) for the maintenance of horses, Gumbo, and the
equipage and apparel requisite for a young gentleman of good family,
hope to be able to maintain my credit without unduly trespassing upon
yours. The linnen and clothes which I brought with me will with due care
last for some years--as you say. 'Tis not quite so fine as worn here by
persons of fashion, and I may have to purchase a few very fine shirts
for great days: but those I have are excellent for daily wear.

"I am thankful that I have been quite without occasion to use your
excellent family pills. Gumbo hath taken them with great benefit, who
grows fat and saucy upon English beef, ale, and air. He sends his humble
duty to his mistress, and prays Mrs. Mountain to remember him to all
his fellow-servants, especially Dinah and Lily, for whom he has bought
posey-rings at Tunbridge Fair.

"Besides partaking of all the pleasures of the place, I hope my honoured
mother will believe that I have not been unmindful of my education.
I have had masters in fencing and dancing, and my Lord Castlewood's
chaplain, the Reverend Mr. Sampson, having come hither to drink the
waters, has been so good as to take a vacant room at my lodging. Mr. S.
breakfasts with me, and we read together of a morning--he saying that I
am not quite such a dunce as I used to appear at home. We have read
in Mr. Rapin's History, Dr. Barrow's Sermons, and, for amusement,
Shakspeare, Mr. Pope's Homer, and (in French) the translation of an
Arabian Work of Tales, very diverting. Several men of learning have been
staying here besides the persons of fashion; and amongst the former was
Mr. Richardson, the author of the famous books which you and Mountain
and my dearest brother used to love so. He was pleased when I told him
that his works were in your clo