I avail myself of an opportune frank to drop you a line, with a letter for "my son Sir," both scrawled in the vicinity of the [one word][?] oppressed Lords. How does the boy incline? you may imagine that he is on our hearts, and though not impatient for information yet if a line were to reach us from your pen it would be very acceptable, or if "Brother Robert" would do us the kindness it would be the like.
Notwithstanding all the flow of speech and spirit from sir Charles, it may go for nothing. Up to this time the Tory Lords themselves are understood to have no plan or point, and it is really doubtful whether, at the finish, they will refuse to go into a Committee.
[Addressed:]
For:
John Childs Esq.