Tho’ Caroline has written I cannot resist the pleasure of thanking my dear Miss Jefferson for writing to me you can have no idea what pleasure I shall always have in hearing from you, I am almost selfish enough to wish you may not leave Paris so soon as I fear when you get to America surrounded...

we are going in the Pheaton this Evening. the Dutchess of Devonshire will be here at eight o’ Clock, so pray come here as soon as you can, as we shall be happy to see you, as much before as you like, on ne peut pas vous voir trop souvent Adieu

the Dutchess of Devonshire is coming this morning to hear some Musick, and we shall be very happy if you would come at twelve o’ Clock, you need not dress as there really will be nobody else. Adieu—

I am ready to die with laughing at Bothid Botidoux’s note, it was too a clingish a great deal to go and tell Miss Bath, I am sure we shall never hear the last of it. there will be such crying. I will send you her note to morrow morning, or give it you at dinner, as I have not seen the Duke, and I...

I have got a note from Mde de la Vaupaliere to invite us to dine with her monday that we may walk about with her daughters to see St Cloud—she also says says she shou’d be extremely happy to see you & desires me to say she wou’d send an invitation but I wrote her word I wou’d save her that...

you cannot imagine how disappointed we both are at your not being able to come this Evening, I wish your had taken better care of your Cold. pray tell Bothidout that we will send for her at seven o’ Clock to come to us that we may go all together. for I am sure Lady Radnor would not chuse to take...

I begin to think we shall never meet again. I hope you are not much frightened, but I believe we are as safe this part of the Town, if not more so than in most places. I am already quite tired of staying at home, and we cannot even come and see you, I am almost afraid of looking out of the...

Indeed I think you had much better go, as Madame de la Vaupaliere will really take it quite ill and we have decided to go in our white silk bonnets, pray put on yours with your black Gown, as we shall again be the three graces. Adieu

Abeny has not a moment to Write you a line, therfore I take up the pen to make you My Comts of yr little man. I see my Brother stands a bad chance quoique Vous le trouves Charmant—you Ware I hear the belle of the bal—I am not Surprisd I must tell you that Monsieur Labords ball dont take place...

pray come this Evening at five o’ Clock, as we want to shew you a new work, which I dare say you will like very much. I am dying to see your verses, and want very much to know the secret, I can hardly flatter myself it is of any importance to me. Lord Bob will be of the party to night, but said...