is a picture of me in oil, to be sent down to Newstead soon
. — I wish the Miss Pigots had something better to do than carry my miniatures to Nottingham to copy. Now they have done it, you may ask them to copy the others, which are greater favourites than my own. As to money matters, I am ruined — at least till Rochdale is sold; and if that does not turn out well, I shall enter into the Austrian or Russian service — perhaps the Turkish, if I like their manners. The world is all before me, and I leave England without regret, and without a wish to revisit any thing it contains, except
yourself
, and your present residence.
Believe me, yours ever sincerely.
P.S. —
tell Mr. Rushton his son is well, and doing well; so is Murray