husband, H. Drury, has never written to me, albeit I have sent him more than one letter; — but I dare say the poor man has a family, and of course all his cares are confined to his circle.
"For children fresh expenses yet,
And Dicky now for school is fit."
Warton[1].
If you see him, tell him I have a letter for him from Tucker, a regimental chirurgeon and friend of his, who prescribed for me, — — and is a very worthy man, but too fond of hard words. I should be too late for a speech-day, or I should probably go down to Harrow. I regretted very much in Greece having omitted to carry the
Anthology
with me — I mean Bland and Merivale's. — What has
Sir Edgar
done? And the
Imitations and Translations
— where are they? I suppose you don't mean to let the public off so easily, but charge them home with a quarto.