I have delayed writing to you so long, My dearest Augusta, from ignorance of your residence, not knowing whether you
graced
Castle Howard, or Kireton with your
presence.
The instant Mr. H[anson] informed me where you was, I prepared to address you, and you have but just forestalled my intention. And now, I scarcely know what to begin with; I have so many things, to tell you. I wish to God, that we were together, for It is impossible that I can confine all I have got to say in an epistle, without I was to follow your example, and fill eleven pages, as I was informed, by my
proficiency
in
the art of magic,
that you sometimes send that
number