ABSTRACT
281At Q. S. P., which, you know, is J. Bentham’s; paid Mrs. S., and pillaged you of three pairs of beautiful stockings, which I intended to give to the three Godwins. I have never given them anything, and they all love me so; and this night they all go to a great ball. As they were to be given in your name, and you will have three pairs left, I thought you would consent. So went to Godwin’s with the three pairs of stockings nicely rolled up. Went directly up stairs where the children sit; but F. was not there. Waited a few minutes, but she came not; then came in Madame; all hard at work. Somehow the occasion did not suit, and I came off with the three pairs of stockings in my pocket. How ridiculous! J. Bentham had asked me to dine, which refused; but while there we had a great dispute about the affair of Sodom and Gomorrah, and the cause for which they were burned; the particulars of which I will relate, but can’t now write. There being no Bible at hand to settle the question, we parted, each with his own opinion. At Godwin’s I consulted him, who, you know, or perhaps do not know, was bred a priest. He turned to the passage, and really there is ground for the strange opinion of J. B.
