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To J. B. Holroyd, Esq.
12th August, 1774.
Dear H.,
I write two lines to acquaint you that Clarke is much better than he was; all doors have been set open for the retreat of the unwelcome guest, and in a great measure he has taken the hint. Spirits have rose with health, and he desires to be remembered to S. P.—Wilkes is dangerously ill, we shall lose much amusement. The Victory of the Russians is real but not decisive.[244] If you have an Irish Cream-cheese to spare, Bentinck Street is ready to receive it. Success to the august morrow. It will be over ere you receive this. Adieu.
I shall remember your frank, but the paper is not in my pocket, nor the name in my memory.