| Description | 'I wrote my dearest life last post and this morning received yours of the 6th. It vexes me to notice you have any sort of complaint, for God take my life, get up your spirits, nothing can make me happy if you are not so, and now I hope that your son is arrived you have nothing to make you in any shape uneasy. I think when he has been presented and paid the few visits I mentioned to Masterton, and seen Moor Park, you may get out, for I long extremely to have you and him with me. I shall try to get my Cleveland jaunt over so that nothing may call me from home when you come. Tell Masterton that I know how much he likes London, and how happy he is with the set that come to visit him, but yet I expect you will not make excuses of his leg not being recovered to stay behind - I suspect he wants to do this - adieu my dear life, blessings to Thoas. I am ever your
L Dundas' |