Marston, near Derby, June 3d, 1765.
Our journey has been pleasant beyond description, I only wish it could have been possible for you to have continued with me. It remains now to give you a slight sketch of it, and name the different places in the route: — From Lincoln to Newark (we thought of you in the rain); to Tuxford; to Donaster, there we met with Mr. Shuttleworth's family, and both travelled and supped with them by invitation, and slept at Ferrybridge — Thence to York; there the first day we saw the Cathedral, which exceeds all our churches; staid a second day (the 29th of May); went to full service, heard Mr. Mason in residence preach, was found out by him, who drank tea with us the same afternoon, and insisted on our supping with him — He is the most easy, best natur'd, agreeable man, I ever met with, and I'll tell you another time how we came known to him — He is Praecentor; has an excellent house, elegantly furnished; that very evening he expected Mr. Gray to sup with him, on his journey Northward; but, alas! he did not come — He desir'd many compliments to you. From York to Leeds (a vast town); and thence to Wakefield, where we were kindly received by Mrs. T. — with whom we staid one whole day: from thence, by Mr. Mason's direcion and exhortation, to Sheffield, and entertaining place — and thence through the wildest country, but the best roads, to Matlock Bath — of all earthly places the most exquisite and romantic, and beyond any possible description — staid one day — from thence to dinner at this place, Mr. Mundy's, where we stay two days, and set out on a three days journey, on Friday morning, for Mr. Richardson's. Mr. Mundy's house is a most excellent one, and I need not tell you how cordially we are received. With the best love of my Wife, I am,
Yours most affectionately,