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APPENDIX BB. 



Edinburgh, the, \st of June, I may say 

 the first of Summer, 1734. 



My dear, dear Lady Suffolk, — The pleasantest 

 thing I have met with a great while was your letter 

 yesterday noon. I devoured that instead of my dinner, 

 and found it better support than all the Scotch beef in the 

 country. Ap^vpos, you have half your wish : the cook 

 maid is very dirty about herself; but she says it is her 

 way ; she was never otherwise. I ought to be satisfied, for 

 I have known many so in a worse case, and convinced by 

 arguments no better founded ; a common excuse for folly, 

 pride, impertinence, and a long et cetera of those pretty 

 vices you mentioned — it is their way. God help them out 

 of yours ! for though disagreeable events give a filip to 

 nature, the continuance is mighty wearing to the spirits, 

 and by no means to be wished for. 



had I wings like a dove, for then I would fly away 

 to Marble Hill ^ and be at rest ! I mean at rest in my 

 mind. I am tired to death with politics and elections ; 

 they ought in conscience to be but once in an age : and I 

 have not met with any one in this country who doth not 

 eat with a knife, and drink a dish of tea. This, added to 

 many other cutting things, you must own, makes a dread- 

 ful account. My girl and I have been at an assembly ; 

 mighty happy she, and I much amused, by the many very 

 extraordinary fashions. Notwithstanding, I can assure you 

 my tail makes a notable appearance. Pray tell me your 

 friend's name, for I know none here, except myself, who I 



1 Built by Lady Suffolk at Twickenham in 1724, who thua had 

 Pope for a neighbour. 



