I shall not at present write to my Beauchamp. In writing to you, I write to him.
You know all my heart. If in this, or my future letters, any thing should fall from my pen, that would possibly in your opinion affect or give uneasiness to any one I love and honour, were it to be communicated; I depend upon your known and unquestionable discretion to keep it to yourself.
I shall be glad you will enable yourself to inform me of the way Sir Hargrave and his friends are in. They were very ill at Paris; and, it was thought, too weak, and too much bruised, to be soon carried over to England. Men! Englishmen! thus to disgrace themselves, and their country!—I am concerned for them!
I expect large packets by the next mails from my friends. England, which was always dear to me, never was half so dear as now, to
Your ever-affectionate
GRANDISON.