What shall I talk of to my dear Girl? I have told her I love Her, in every shape I cou'd think of: we'l converse in French and tell one another ye same things under the Dress of Novelty. Mon aimable Fille, rien ne m'est si doux que de recevoir de votre part les marques d'une ardente amitié, si ce n'est de vous en donner moi-meme. I did not think I cou'd have wrote a sentence so easily, mais les paroles obeissent toujours aux sentiments du coeur. Let me tell you once more, in plain English, your letter was infinitely pretty; you may leave off Voiture whenever you please. I hope little Jug is still talking at Boconnock; how Fares it with my Statira, my angry Dear? I can think of nothing so likely to bring her into Temper, as telling Her, her Skew will soon revisit ye groves of Boconnock, where they may pass ye Long Day, and tend a few sheep together. I beg she'l accept of ye following stanza I met with by chance in some french poesy, and put a Tune to it, which She may warble in honour of her gentle loveing shepherd: Dans ces Lieux solitaires Daphnis est de retour: Deesse de Cythere Celebre ce grand jour: Rapellez sur ces rives Les amours envolés, Les graces fugitives et les Ris exilés. my Love and services to all Freinds: My Brother gives me ye pleasure of hearing my Sistr Pitt is very well: pray make my apologies for not writing to her. Adio Anima mia bella, Dolce speranza mia. WM PITT. He has now come to London apparently to kiss hands for his commission. How little George II. can have realised what his relations were to be with the raw young cornet. _London: March ye 5: 1731._