To Colonel Rivers, at Bellfield, Rutland.
London, Nov. 19.
You are right, my little Rivers: I like your friend, Colonel
Willmott vastly better for his aquiline nose; I never yet saw one on
the face of a fool.
He is a fortunate man to be introduced to such a party of fine women
at his arrival; it is literally _to feed among the lilies_.
Fitzgerald says, he should be jealous of him in your esteem, if he
was fifteen years younger; but that the strongest friendships are,
where there is an equality in age; because people of the same age have
the same train of thinking, and see things in the same light.
Every season of life has its peculiar set of ideas; and we are
greatly inclined to think nobody in the right, but those who are of the
same opinion with ourselves.
Don't you think it a strong proof of my passion for my _sposo_,
that I repeat his sentiments?
But to business: Sir William is charmed with his little nephew; has
promised to settle on him what he before mentioned, to allow Miss
Williams an hundred pounds a year, which is to go to the child after
her death, and to be at the expence of his education himself.