To Alexander Pope,
I have not time to answer your letter, being in all the hurry of preparing for my journey, but I think I ought to bid adieu to my friends with the same solemnity as if I was going to mount a breach, at least, if I am to believe the information of the people here, who denounce all sort of terrors to me; and indeed the weather is at present such as very few ever set out in. I am threatened at the same time with being froze to death, buried in the snow and taken by the Tartars, who ravage that part of Hungary I am to pass. ’Tis true we shall have a considerable escort so that possibly I may be diverted with a new scene by finding myself in the midst of a battle. How my adventures will conclude I leave entirely to Providence; if comically, you shall hear of them.
Pray be so good as to tell Mr—I have received his letter. Make him my adieus; if I live I will answer it. The same compliment to my Lady Rich.