I believe, in the beginning of June, I shall be down for a few days in Notts. If so, I shall beat you up
en passant
with Hobhouse, who is endeavouring, like you and every body else, to keep me out of scrapes.
I meant to have written you a long letter, but I find I cannot. If any thing remarkable occurs, you will hear it from me—if good; if
bad
, there are plenty to tell it. In the mean time, do you be happy.
Ever yours, etc.
P.S.—My best wishes and respects to Mrs. Moore;— she is beautiful. I may say so even to you, for I was never more struck with a countenance.