Chelsea coll
Jan 2d 1770
Dear Sr
I had yours of the 25th of Oct 1770 some
time in the last week, which the gallant Hendrick was so kind as to
bring
to me himself. He did find me above ground but very near as cold as
if I
had been under it We have had a most severe Frost & I thought
we
had been in for it as we were 31 years ago. It is now going away, or
making us believe so. -- I have suffered inexpressible cold,
for I find Blood
is not so hot at 77 as it is at 25, my Room is N. East the reverse
of
that sweet room you did me the honour & pleasure to let me see
you in
at St. James. The cursed building here makes an Angle with the
window, the
roaring wind comes pouring against it, & as he can't blow thro'
a brick wall
he will force himself in tho I have paper'd with paste and barricaded
with
putty, & surrounded myself with Blankets & Screens, I can do
no more, but
eat gingerbread & drink Geneva with my old Pensioners, & that
does
not agree with my complaints, (tho' at present I thank a good god I
have
none or very small & few) Arimanis pushes hard at my glass &
I believe
wriggles his damn'd tartarian nitrous Spicula through, in so
much that I
begin to believe what Sr Isaac is reported to have said is true, that
the parts of
glass, , are as far
distant from one another as three
Tennis Balls are, one at the N. Pole, another at the Equator, &
the third
at the S. Pole. I hear the poor girls about the Strand &
Convent Garden
run about Shivering & wrinkled up like a John Apple and if you
will
but give 'em a few round codils you may do what you will with em.
& I told a Person tother day who was deploring the sinfullness
of this
wicked world & the difficulty of reforming it, that I thought it
would be
right to try his skill upon himelf, for there he might succeed if he
wou'd, & says I, I'll give you one piece of advice in relation
to those
poor Devils half starv'd with Hunger & cold, don't be such
a fool as to
pretend to frighten, 'em with Hell fire in the midst of such a frost,
but
keep that terrour till the Sun is in Leo, or you are sure they favor a
chacede Pisse or an inflamed Vagina. Tell em youll strip em Stark naked
as you & that lewd Dag M---M did Hanna, Fenton at the Fountain
Tavern
in Catherine Street, & touse their naked bums into the coldest
bath
of Nova Zembla. Its a maxim as old as Hippocrates, that
, and that they will
be all so icified that nothing
but mercury, salivation or a red Hot Poker will open their pores and
obstructions & set their fluids a running again.
I was glad to see the noble Captain look so hearty & well and the
more so as he has been so polite as to say he owes em to me, which
I had
quite forgot, and I never wish to cure a man but once he also gave
me a signal pleasure with his account of your complaints being greatly
diminished at last. The misfortune, ( if it has any Title to be
call'd so)
you complain of is a very common one. If you are told that you
are well
when you are not so, make the dogs prove it, & that will pay
you for
the insult, or if they brag of their being well, slip a couple of ounces
of
the Ipecacoanna Infusion down their throats, & tell em
they lie.
I have been told by wits & fools too that nothing was the matter
with me
when my Heart was jumping about like a chicken with the [head]
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