coveted
, is a sign of great amendment.
pardon all this nonsense, and don't "snub me when I'm in spirits."
Ever yours,
BN.
Here's an impromptu for you by a "person of quality," written last week, on being reproached for low spirits:
When from the heart where Sorrow sits,
Her dusky shadow mounts too high,
And o'er the changing aspect flits,
And clouds the brow, or fills the eye:
Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink;
My Thoughts their dungeon know too well—
Back to my breast the wanderers shrink,
And bleed within their silent cell.