You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate…

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.

I am very much obliged to my dear little George for his message - for his love at least; his duty, I suppose, was only in consequence of some hint of my favorable intentions towards him from his father or mother. I am sincerely rejoiced, …

There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well.

Here I am once more in this scene of dissipation and vice, and I begin already to find my morals corrupted.

Next week I shall begin my operations on my hat, on which you know my principal hopes of happiness depend.

I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.