56 — To John M. B. Pigot

London, August 18, 1806.

I am just on the point of setting off for Worthing, and write merely to request you will send that

idle scoundrel Charles

with my horses immediately; tell him I am excessively provoked he has not made his appearance before, or written to inform me of the cause of his delay, particularly as I supplied him with money for his journey. On

no

pretext is he to postpone his

march

one day longer; and if, in obedience to the caprices of Mrs. B. (who, I presume, is again spreading desolation through her little monarchy), he thinks proper to disregard my positive orders, I shall not, in future, consider him as my servant. He must bring the surgeon's bill with him, which I will discharge immediately on receiving it. Nor can I conceive the reason of his not acquainting Frank with the state of my unfortunate quadrupeds. Dear Pigot, forgive this

petulant

effusion, and attribute it to the idle conduct of that

precious

rascal, who, instead of obeying my injunctions, is sauntering through the streets of that

political Pandemonium

, Nottingham. Present my remembrance to your family and the Leacrofts, and believe me, etc.

P.S. — I delegate to

you

the unpleasant task of despatching him on his journey — Mrs. B.'s orders to the contrary are not to be attended to: he is to proceed first to London, and then to Worthing, without delay. Every thing I have

left

must be sent to London. My

Poetics you

will

pack up

for the same place, and not even reserve a copy for yourself and sister, as I am about to give them an

entire new form

: when they are complete, you shall have the

first fruits

. Mrs. B. on no account is to

see

or touch them. Adieu.