To J. B. Holroyd, Esq.
Saturday Evening, 11th June, 1774.
DIFFICULTIES WITH LENBOROUGH.
The enclosed came to-day—The business of the search is finished, and will I fancy be laid before Duane. The Omens are a little more favourable; when I see farther I write. I will not affront either you or myself by thanking you for your offers—Embrace My Lady,—Clarke who is in town for 48 hours salutes; he talks of taking Sheffield in his way to his Kentish Estate—the time not determined. The Fete Champetre[241] would fill volumes: by all accounts dull ones. Adieu.
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To J. B. Holroyd, Esq.
25th June, 1774.
I am alive.
You know how much rather I would send my person than Epistle to Sheffield. Therefore you will, I flatter myself, forgive my silence when I tell you that on Monday the 4th of July I shall certainly dine at the aforesaid place. Clarke will cross the country from Aldershot nearly about the same time. My Lenborough business is almost at a stand, as I shall then tell you more particularly. It is indeed a damned affair.