| Description | [I have been expecting from one day to another the arrival of the small quantity of Plate you were to send me: you know the purpose it is to be applied to, and by delay it will come like mustard after meat. The Marquis Molinari’s things are also impatiently expected. Pray are the people in your neighbourhood tolerably quiet? The dearness of provisions at this period is a very unfortunate event. John is returned to London: in his baggage are some small pieces of Quicksilver Ore from the mines of Idna, part of which is destined for you.] |