You write most excellent epistles — a fig for other correspondents, with their nonsensical apologies for "
knowing nought about it
" — you send me a delightful budget. I am here in a perpetual vortex of dissipation (very pleasant for all that), and, strange to tell, I get thinner, being now below eleven stone considerably. Stay in town a
month
, perhaps six weeks, trip into Essex, and then, as a favour,
irradiate
Southwell for three days with the light of my countenance; but nothing shall ever make me
reside
there again. I positively return to Cambridge in October; we are to be uncommonly gay, or in truth I should
cut