20th Nov: 1815. P. Anne.
My dearest girl
Your letter of this mail was receiv’d this morning and was welcome, as every thing from you must be, to me. I am gratify’d that my needlework pleased you, and cou'd not fail being so at the elegant compliment your quotation convey’d, however little I deserve it.
The needle, not the pen be mine,
‘tis easier far, with that to shine
In pointing ruffles, than assay
With this an epigram’s display.
Full well the one I know to point
The other’s always out of joint.
Here’s rhymes for you in return for rhymes. I wish I cou’d muster up enough of them to finish what I have begun in such a style. But this cannot be, for truly indeed, my mind is lame as well as my pen.
I am happy to observe, by your account of the Masonic procession, that other folks can stare and run after some shows as well as us poor silly country wretches. I really sympathize










