ou to answer--as answer I know you will. It is almost a Shame to put you to it by such a piece of inanity as this letter. But it is written: it is 10 p.m. A Pipe--and then to Bed--with what Appetite for Sleep one may.
And I am yours sincerely always
WOODBRIDGE: June 6, .
DEAR MRS. KEMBLE,
Some little while ago I saw in a London Book Catalogue 'Smiles and Tears--a Comedy by Mrs. C. Kemble'--I had a curiosity to see this: and so bought it. Do you know it?--Would you like to have it? It seems to be ingeniously contrived, and of easy and natural Dialogue: of the half sentimental kind of Comedy, as Comedies then were (1815) with a serious--very serious--element in it--taken from your Mother's Friend's, Mrs. Opie's (what a sentence!) story of 'Father and Daughter'--the seduced Daughter, who finds her distracted Father writing her name on a Coffin he has drawn on the Wall of his Cell--All ends happily in the Play, however, whatever may be the