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In writing to you, Augustus, I seem to be perfoming a work of supererogation; you have not desired it, and possibly may not attend to it. Engaged, thus happily, in the company of your beloved Harriet, inferior pleasures are only interruptions; yet, I claim the privilege of friendship; and, while I communicate my pleasures and my pains, let them both meet your participation.

At the request of Mr. Bertills, I accompanied him hither, a few days after I wrote last to Sir Edward. Mr. and Mrs. Clements came with us, and prove an agreeable addition to our society. The sight of them afforded a most agreeable surprise to Miss Bertills, who thinks the company of the latter some compensation for the disappointment which Miss/ Melworth's departure from England occasioned her to feel. Your old favorite, the Duke of —, is much with us; and, sometimes, affords a fund of entertainment; because, when we cannot laugh with him, we can laugh at him. Mr. Bertills indeed does not often do either; for the Duke's folly disgusts and makes him rather pettish. His Grace no sooner hears a name mentioned, than he gives you the family pedigree, and lengthens it by relating the history of every branch that has sprouted from the trunk. The first evening he was with us, he traced the ancestors of Clements so far back that he was struck dumb with amazement at finding he was descended from such an ancient family. He was beginning with Mrs. Clements, but was happily interrupted in the middle by her great great uncle, Owen Fitzowen, who fell in the service of his country, and the account of his last battle, which the Duke interspersed with the history of several other officers engaged in it, carried him so far away from the original intention of his discourse, that he left us in ignorance of the age of her/ house, in which we are likely to remain, as the Duke and Duchess leave this place to-day.