To Miss -- -- [Harriet Grove] From Miss -- -- [Elizabeth Shelley]

For your letter, dear -- , accept my best thanks, Rendered long and amusing by virtue of franks, Though concise they would please, yet the longer the better, The more news that's crammed in, more amusing the letter, All excuses of etiquette nonsense I hate, Which only are fit for the tardy and late, As when converse grows flat, of the weather they talk, How fair the sun shines--a fine day for a walk, Then to politics turn, of Burdett's reformation, One declares it would hurt, t'other better the nation, Will ministers keep?…