Our good and worthy brother, thank God, is in good health and good looks, he is grown a little fatter, and it becomes him very well. We talked of you and mama you may conclude. I dined with him at Sir John Stanley's, whose spirits were so raised by the return of his companion that he would treat him with the opera that he might hear Caristini sing: I went with Lady Chesterfield in her box. She asked me if you were in town with me, and I, alas ! answered no. 'Twas Arbaces, an opera of Vinci's, pretty enough, but not to compare to Handel's compositions.