"Ravenna, Sept. 21. 1820.
"So you are at your old tricks again. This is the second packet I
have received unaccompanied by a single line of good, bad, or
indifferent. It is strange that you have never forwarded any
further observations of Gifford's. How am I to alter or amend, if I
hear no further? or does this silence mean that it is well enough
as it is, or too bad to be repaired? If the last, why do you not
say so at once, instead of playing pretty, while you know that soon
or late you must out with the truth.
"Yours, &c.
"P.S. My sister tells me that you sent to her to enquire where I
was, believing in my arrival, _driving a curricle_, &c. &c. into
Palace-yard. Do you think me a coxcomb or a madman, to be capable
of such an exhibition? My sister knew me better, and told you, that
could not be me. You might as well have thought me entering on 'a
pale horse,' like Death in the Revelations."
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