| Description | Has far better hopes for his brother's mare than when he last wrote; as for Hannibal, he is fattening for sale and might be sold to any stranger that wasn't a jockey. If cahs be not very short in lieu of music books, he would be glad if his brother would give him credit for a parcel of paint, the particulars of which he encloses. Sends news of two social evenings at Penrhos. Desires him to leave orders with his landlord to deliver the box of old books when they can have an opportunity of a vessel. Is quite off his Hereford journey.
Addressed 'To Hugh Owen Esqr Barrister at Law, to be left at the Middle Temple Gate, London |