I just write you a line to tell you that I am tolerably well, as I hope
you are.
Everything is in confusion abroad. The French King has disappeared and
will probably never be heard of, though they are expecting him in
England. Funds are down nearly to 80. The Government have given up the
income tax, and people are very glad of it. I am not. With respect to
the funds, if I were to sell out I should not know what to do with the
money. J. says they will rise. I do not think they will; they may,
however, fluctuate a little.
Keep up your spirits, my heart's dearest, and kiss old Hen for me.