insulting

, it was

unnecessary

."

I have (notwithstanding your kind invitation to Wallace) been alone since the 8th of December; nothing of moment has occurred since our anniversary row. I shall be in London on the 19th; there are to be oxen roasted and sheep boiled on the 22nd, with ale and uproar for the mobility; a feast is also providing for the tenantry. For my own part, I shall know as little of the matter as a corpse of the funeral solemnized in its honour.

A letter addressed to Reddish's will find me.

[I]

still intend publishing the

Bards

, but I have altered a good deal of the "Body of the Book," added and interpolated, with some excisions; your lines still stand