Bellfield, Tuesday.
I accept your challenge, Bell; and am greatly mistaken if you find me so very insipid as you are pleased to suppose.
Have no fear of falling into vegetation; not one amongst us has the least vegetative quality.
I have a thousand ideas of little amusements, to keep the mind awake.
None of our party are of that sleepy order of beings, who want perpetual events to make them feel their existence: this is the defect of the cold and inanimate, who have not spirit and vivacity enough to taste the natural pleasures of life.
Our adventures of one kind are at an end; but we shall see others, as entertaining, springing up every moment.
I dare say, our whole lives will be Pindaric: my only plan of life is to have none at all, which, I think, my little Bell will approve.
Please to observe, my sweet Bell, to make life pleasant, we must not only have great pleasures but little ones, like the smaller auxiliary parts of a building; we must have our trifling amusements, as well as our sublime transports.
My first second pleasure (if you will allow the expression) is gardening; and for this reason, that it is my divine Emily’s: I must teach you to love rural pleasures.
Colonel Willmott has made me just as rich as I wish to be.