117. Robert Bloomfield to George Bloomfield, 2 December 1803* 

Dec 2d 1803

Dear George

I have not much to say this time: Only that the Bookseller's paper 'the British Press' died* yesterday. I have been served gratuitously with it since last January; and shall now miss it. I suppose that the Sale was not such as to encourage them to go on.

My Wife grows bigger—My Boy is dreadfully lame.

See the critique on Nats poems in the Mirror before you send it to Troston: and a further account in the article 'Melancholy Hours'. [1] 

The Monthly Review I understand has not fulfilled their promise of noticing Nat this month.—

You will see by Troston Letter how goes the pastoral Drama. [2]  Be so good as to send the Cheese to my Mother. I often long for a gossip: and often promise myself to scrall for 2 or 3 sheets of paper; but am a long while before I begin. Mr L announces an intention to visit us next Month as I believe Mrs Lofft never was in London.

Love to your Children, yours affectionately

Robert

* mistake, the paper did not cease