ABSTRACT
A Thousand thanks for your last letter. When you know how much I enjoyed the unwieldy appearance of the packet, with my friend’s hand on the back of it, you will not grudge the time it cost you. It is just such as I wished: your scene-painting is delightful. No man is more susceptible of local attachments than I; and, with the Atlantic between, there is not a stone in France, which I can remember with indifference.
