Your welcome and excellent letter found me in my monkish cell a few days ago as happy as any of your domesticated animals, and (mirabilt dictu) just on the eve of becoming one myself. But I cannot leave the bachelor life without a sigh. [...] Let Moore, dear good fellow, know of my marriage. It will comfort all your hearts to know that I am become as great a fool as any of you. [...] In love ! words, yea thoughts, fail so I leave it to your imagination and recollection. [...]