TO CHARLES AND PHILIP STANHOPE

I received a few days ago two the best written letters that ever I saw in my life; the one signed Charles Stanhope, the other Philip Stanhope.  As for you Charles, I did not wonder at it; for you will take pains, and are a lover of letters; but you, idle rogue, you Phil, how came you to write so well that one can almost say of you two, ’et cantare pores et respondre parati’!  Charles will explain this Latin to you.

I am told, Phil, that you have got a nickname at school, from your intimacy with Master Strangeways; and that they call you Master Strangeways; for to be rude, you are a strange boy.  Is this true?

Tell me what you would have me bring you both from hence, and I will bring it you, when I come to town.  In the meantime, God bless you both!

Chesterfield.

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