Adieu, yours ever,
R. R.
I expect to hear fully from you very shortly.
St. James's Place, 1st Feb., 1766.
Dear little Bob,
Though you are a little villain for never sending me a word of news from Sir Lucius Pery, Flood, Lucas, and the rest of the friends to your enslaved country, yet I will inform you that yesterday, in the House of Commons, upon a question of no moment, only for fixing a day for the hearing a contested election, the ministry were run within 11: the numbers 137 and 148. Twenty rats in the Speaker's chamber, and in all the cupboards in the neighbourhood. Monday next is the day for deciding the American question; and do not be surprised if there is an end of the present ministry in less than a week. As soon as I know who are to be their successors, you shall hear from me again.
If you are in want of such another patriot to second Lucas, Pitt is at your service. He seems likely to want a place.
Yours ever,
R. R.