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Alsy what shall I say we was); just as we used to be when 
you was with us; in short quite happy-—but that like all other 
earthly pleasur’s was fleeting, and of short duration. When we 
considered how much happier we would have been had we had your 
company in place of your Letter (Your Letter is so full of Moral 
reflections my Dr. Miss Alicie that I must give you one or two in 
my turn) Pye used you very ungenerously Alcie for my first 
letter was writ with a Spirit that surprised myself, but don’t 
Expect as much every letter or youll be cruelly disapointed, for 
I find in Spite of two or three bumpers of wine more than usual 
to-day, I’am not able to reach the same Stille—all this by way of 
Introduction to the many Incidents that has happened since our 
last, if ’'m not mistaken Maguire * ended her letter with telling 
you that she was just going to a ball but (shortsighted mortals 
that we are) She did not see what that ball was to produce. I 
must in the first place let you know how this ball came about, 
the Baron and Capt. Makad (who as you guess are rivals) Cornet 
Smith and several others went to Sup together the night before, 
and Cornet Smith your friend who was mightily taken with 
Jenny Murray, proposed to stay next day if they would make a 
Subscription ball, and allow him to dance with her; upon which a 
motion was made that every man should dance with his flame; 
Then up spake the bold baron; Gentlemen, I declare before all 
this company that I am to dance with Miss Maguire tomorrow 
so let none dare to ask her after this; next day Maguire’s friend 
Old Makad came up after dinner and ask’d her to dance with him, 
and pray What was to hinder him, he was not in the Company 
and how should he know anything about it. Well we all went to 
the ballroom, the baron Addresses himself to his flame, Madam 
I hope you'll do me the honour to dance with me to-night. Sir I 
am Ingaged, to Whom, to Mr Makad Sir, “Tis Impossible, 
I don’t know indeed Sir, he must yield you up Madam, you and 
him may speak about it Sir. Makad comes in. Sir says the 
baron you must yield up this Lady. No indeed Sir I won’t, 
brav’ly answers Makad (Spite of his gouty toe). So Sir says 
the baron you won’t yield her up you say, by all that’s good your 
brother has put you upon this, but old Makad (Least a worse 
* Miss Maguire was sister to the Countess of Glencairne. She after- 
wards married the ‘‘ bold Baron,” a/éas Lord Alva, Junior, my grand- 
mother’s brother.—C. K. 8. 
