[78 — To Elizabeth Bridget Pigot.]
August 2, 1807.
London begins to disgorge its contents — town is empty — consequently I can scribble at leisure, as occupations are less numerous. In a fortnight I shall depart to fulfil a country engagement; but expect two epistles from you previous to that period. Ridge does not proceed rapidly in Notts — very possible. In town things wear a more promising aspect, and a man whose works are praised by
reviewers
, admired by
duchesses
, and sold by every bookseller of the metropolis, does not dedicate much consideration to