Monto Dec. 2.
You have sent me, Dear Sir, a noble animal, Monarch of the Forest, and he has the death his brother have . like them , in death, he becomes food for a nobler race, he for man, they for the worms that will revel on them. but he dies innocent, and with death all his fears & pains are at an end, they loaded with maledictions and liable to a sentence & sufferings which we leave to the justice of heaven to award.
In plain English, we shall feast heartily on him, and thank you heartily as the giver of the feast, with assurances of friendly esteem & respect.