When I wrote you by Messrs. Davies & Madgett, I was not so full acquainted with the character of the former as I have been since. I perceived that he was well bred, sensible & lively, & I was told that he was good at drawing, & could hit off a likeness remarkably well. The truth is he is a satyrical dog, and it is said excellent at caricature. It is also said that he has got in his pocket demnable likenesses of half the people in town. I am sorry I was not apprized of his talent in this way, otherwise I certainly would have had some of his performances. The first time they were at my house which was before my return from Hillsborough, Fanny exhibited her excellencies upon the guitar, accompanied by her own and the accomplished Miss Rowan’s voice. Davies afterwards asked what damned
I have not yet heard the half of what this genius has said and done; but Kitty has kept half a dozen of us roaring all day & yesterday with, every now-and-then a new anecdote; and last night at supper while the whole table was in a roar Fanny was tugging at the bone of a turkey with dreadful ire in her countenance, & abusing poor Davies in a shocking manner.
No news of beef, butter & soap yet.
My brother is well and much the better of last night’s laugh. J. Huske has grown fat upon it. They both present their compliments and hope you may succeed.