But the subjects I speak of to compensa more than compensate) that unavoidable p have one great advantage when they fall int hands. They leave an unbounded liberty t imagination and fiction, (our favourite prov where no critic can molest, or antiquary g us; and yet (to please me) these fictions mus some affinity, some seeming connexion, wit little we really know of the character and cu of the people. For example, I never heard i days that Midnight and the Moon were sis that they carried rods of ebony and gold, or to whisper on the top of a mountain: but no could lay my life it is all true; and do not d it will be found so in some Pantheon of the Dru that is to be discovered in the library at Herc neum. The Car of Destiny and Death is a v noble invention of the same class, and, as fa that goes, is so fine, that it makes me more d cate, than perhaps I should be, about the close it. Andraste sailing on the wings of Fame, t snatches the wreaths from oblivion to hang th on her loftiest Amaranth, though a clear and bea tiful piece of unknown Mythology, has too Gre an air to give me perfect satisfaction.

Now I proceed. The preparation to the Choru though so much akin to that in the former act, excellent. The remarks of Evelina and her sus picions of the Brothers, mixed with a secret incli nation to the younger of them, (though, I think

Now for the last act. I do not know w would have, but to me the design and con of it is at least equal to any part of the who short-lived triumph of the Britons, the ad Caractacus, to the Roman Victims, Evelin covery of the ambush, the mistake of the fires for the rising sun, the death of Arvirag interview between Didius and Caractacu mourning over his dead son, his parting s (in which you have made all the use of Tacitu your plan would admit) every thing, in shor that little dispute between Didius and him; well, and therefore to encrease that reverence down to, Give me a moment (which must be ted, or put in the mouth of the Druids), I app in the highest degree. If I should find any with the last act, it could only be with trifles little expressions. If you make any alteration fear it will never improve it; I mean as to the p I send you back the two last sheets, because bid me. I reserve my nibblings and minutia another day.