Fetcham. Letter to uncle Thomas Moore. Enclosing ballads from London [no enclosure in papers at Spencer]; no War (Ostend Co). As for home things never were so bad as they now are, My Father comes not down this winter, My Mother does not intend to stay long. The Babbitt ballad was writ by Sir Will Young--Mr M-l-n-x- is always called Molly [Molyneux?]. Will write you from London