transported from Artois hither—everything is just I suppose as the masons and carpenters left them,—and if the belief in Christ continues so long, will be so these fifty years to come—so your worships and reverences may all measure them at your leisures⸺but he who measures thee, Janatone , must do it now—thou carriest the principles of change within thy frame; and considering the chances of a transitory life, I would not answer for thee a moment; ere twice twelve months are passed and gone, thou mayest grow out like a pumpkin, and lose thy shapes⸺or thou mayest go off like a flower, and lose thy beauty—nay, thou mayest go off like a hussy—and lose thyself.—I would not answer for my aunt Dinah , was she alive⸺’faith, scarce for her picture⸺were it but painted by Reynolds —
But if I go on with my drawing, after naming that son of Apollo , I’ll be shot⸺
So you must e’en be content with the original; which, if the evening is fine in passing thro’ Montreuil , you will see at your chaise-door, as you change horses: but unless you have as bad a reason for haste as I have—you had better stop:⸺She has a little of the devote : but that, sir, is a terce to a nine in your favour⸻
—L—help me! I could not count a single point: so had been piqued and repiqued, and capotted to the devil.