If there were no other evil attending this vile life, only think of being cooped up weeks together in such a space, and with the same eternal set of people.
If cards had not a little relieved me, I should have died of meer vexation before I had finished half the voyage.
What would I not give to see the dear white cliffs of Albion!
Adieu! I have not time to say more.
Your affectionate
A. Fitzgerald.
LETTER CLXXI.175.
To Mrs. Temple, Pall Mall.
Dover, Sept. 8.
We are this instant landed, my dear, and shall be in town to-morrow.
My father stops one day on the road, to introduce Mr. Fitzgerald to a relation of ours, who lives a few miles from Canterbury.