My Dear Lord

,—I must appear very ungrateful, and have, indeed, been very negligent, but till last night I was not apprised of Lady Holland's restoration, and I shall call to-morrow to have the satisfaction, I trust, of hearing that she is well.—I hope that neither politics nor gout have assailed your Lordship since I last saw you, and that you also are "as well as could be expected."

[The]

other night, at a ball, I was presented by order to our gracious Regent, who honoured me with some conversation, and professed a predilection for poetry

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.—I confess it was a most unexpected honour, and I thought of poor Brummell's

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adventure, with some apprehension of a similar blunder. I

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now great hope, in the event of Mr. Pye's