To Colonel Rivers, at Bellfield, Rutland.
London, Nov. 19.
You are right, my little Rivers: I like your friend, Colonel Willmott vastly better for his aquiline nose; I never yet saw one on the face of a fool.
He is a fortunate man to be introduced to such a party of fine women at his arrival; it is literally to feed among the lilies.
Fitzgerald says, he should be jealous of him in your esteem, if he was fifteen years younger; but that the strongest friendships are, where there is an equality in age; because people of the same age have the same train of thinking, and see things in the same light.
Every season of life has its peculiar set of ideas; and we are greatly inclined to think nobody in the right, but those who are of the same opinion with ourselves.
Don’t you think it a strong proof of my passion for my sposo, that I repeat his sentiments?
But to business: Sir William is charmed with his little nephew; has promised to settle on him what he before mentioned, to allow Miss Williams an hundred pounds a year, which is to go to the child after her death, and to be at the expence of his education himself.
I die to hear whether your oriental Colonel is in love with Emily.
Pray tell us every thing.