42/54 I dread coming up to London, as we must do that day after tomorrow, for poor Mr.Hawkins left in his will that he was to be buried in the grave with his father. As there are no relations at all, Jonathan will have to be chief mourner. With all blessings, "Your loving. I am too miserable, too low spirited, too sick of the world and all in it, including life itself, that I would not care if I heard this moment the flapping of the wings of the angel of death. |