Grief.
My Mother (whose diabolical Temper you well know) has taken it into her
Sagacious
Head to quarrel with me her
dutiful Son.
She has such a Devil of a Disposition, that she cannot be quiet, though there are fourscore miles between us, which I wish were lengthened to 400. The Cause too frivolous to require taking up your time to read or mine to write. At last in answer to a
Furious Epistle
I returned a
Sarcastick
Answer, which so incensed the