LETTER CLXXXV.
Tuesday, Jan. 22, 1822.
Dear Theodore,
Who bought the within named stock of horses and
asses, and at what prices?—also, the wine, and at what price?
If I had seen the advertisement in time, I would have purchased
a few dozen; but the sale was over before I saw it.
What think you of my correction of the within? Show
it to E., and ask her opinion; also, if she has read Don Quixotte
and Gil Blas, yet—I presume, the latter, of course: but,
of the first, she ought to procure Jarvis's translation.
Have you suffered your French to slip through your memory?
I hope no, but I fear yes; and Latin, too. Rely
upon it they are better than the "insipids" you talk of, or
the "forbidden fruit," which can only make your mouth
water.
Little R. was well on the 27th of December, and doing
well. He writes from Washington, Mississippi, on that
day,—
"After my return from Virginia, I settled in this place,
where I am permanently fixed. My present situation
pleases me much more than my former one. I have every
reason to believe that, in a few years, I shall procure a comfortable
independence, until which time I shall not think of
returning to Virginia. Indeed, the society in this neighbourhood
is so much better than in any other part of the southern
country, that I am almost reconciled to an absence from
Virginia."
Good morning.
JOHN RANDOLPH, of Roanoke.
Dr. Dudley.
