to
you—may I be curst if I do, unless you mend your manners. I disown you—I disclaim you—and by all the powers of Eulogy, I will write a panegyric upon you —or dedicate a quarto—if you don't make me ample amends.
P. S.—I
in training to dine with Sheridan
and Rogers this evening. I have a
spite against R., and will shed his "Clary wines pottle-deep."