Saturday
My Dear Henry
I write by Caroline’s 1 desire who thinks you may possibly be still in mourning for that Old great Uncle, to beg you will bring with you some other coat as she cannot abide the notion that anybody should assist at the Christening 2 in black which would bring ill luck to the baby.
I am sorry to hear from Lord Lansdowne 3 that there is some danger of your being Sheriff this next year. I will tell you all about it, but it is too long to write. However never mind you shall not be at all the expence, I can & will do at least half as much as he would have done had he lived to see you burthened with that oppressive honour. I know what he intended to do had he seen that day, which he deprecated for you. He was so anxious about your interests
affly yrs
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