I must appear negligent in not having thanked you for the very pleasant books you sent me. Arthur, and the Novel [Dibdin's Isn't it Odd] we have both of us read with unmixed satisfaction. They are full of quaint conceits, and running over with good humour and good nature. I naturally take little interest in story, but in these the manner and not the end is the interest; it is such pleasant travelling, one scarce cares whither it leads us. Pray express our pleasure to your father with my best thanks.