I had a letter, the other day, from our two boys; Charles' was very finely written, and Philip's very prettily: they are perfectly well, and say that they want nothing. What grown-up people will or can say as much? I am, with the truest esteem, Madam, your most faithful servant. CHESTERFIELD. LETTER CCCXIX BATH, October 27,1771. MADAM: Upon my word, you interest yourself in the state of my existence more than I do myself; for it is worth the care of neither of us. I ordered my valet de chambre, according to your orders, to inform you of my safe arrival here; to which I can add nothing, being neither better nor worse than I was then. I am very glad that our boys are well. Pray give them the inclosed. I am not at all surprised at Mr.------'s conversion, for he was, at seventeen, the idol of old women, for his gravity, devotion, and dullness. I am, Madam, your most faithful, humble servant, CHESTERFIELD. LETTER CCCXX TO CHARLES AND PHILIP STANHOPE I RECEIVED a few days ago two the best written letters that ever I saw in my life; the one signed Charles Stanhope, the other Philip Stanhope. As for you Charles, I did not wonder at it; for you will take pains, and are a lover of letters; but you, idle rogue, you Phil, how came you to write so well that one can almost say of you two, 'et cantare pores et respondre parati'! Charles will explain this Latin to you. I am told, Phil, that you have got a nickname at school, from your intimacy with Master Strangeways; and that they call you Master Strangeways; for to be rude, you are a strange boy. Is this true? Tell me what you would have me bring you both from hence, and I will bring it you, when I come to town. In the meantime, God bless you both! CHESTERFIELD. ETEXT EDITORS BOOKMARKS: All I desire for my own burial is not to be buried alive Anxiety for my health and life Borough-jobber Get what I can, if I cannot get what I will Horace I shall never know, though all the coffeehouses here do L'influenza Neither well nor ill, but UNWELL Read my eyes out every day, that I may not hang myself Stamp-act has proved a most pernicious measure Those who wish him the best, as I do, must wish him dead Water-drinkers can write nothing good Would have all intoleration intolerated in its turn Would not tell what she did not know