Mrs. Eliot is in town, I dined with them last Sunday. They say, as usual, every thing that is proper on every occasion. The next day (Monday) I dined with Sir Matthew [Featherstonhaugh], and last night I passed in a gay varied scene called a Masquerade at Soho.[139] There will be another next week, at the Haymarket, and yet we have had no Earthquake.
I am, dear Madam,
Most truly yours,
E. G.
104.
To his Stepmother.
Pall Mall, April 27th, 1771.
Dear Madam,
It is very near eleven o'clock, and you know that I am a very dry Writer. I only wish to tell you that I am well, and that I hope you are so.
How do you like Sir John Dalrymple?[140] I hope Bricknall is not idle, and should think it high time for him to have done.
I am, dear Madam,
Most truly yours,
E. G.