I have received another Scotch packe third specimen, inferior in kind, (because it description) but yet full of nature and no imagination. Five Bards pass the night at tle of a Chief (himself a principal Bard); ea out in his turn to observe the face of thin returns with an extempore picture of the he has seen; it is an October night, (the b month of the Highlands.) This is the whole yet there is a contrivance, and a preparation of that you would not expect. The oddest th that every one of them sees Ghosts (more or The idea, that struck and surprised me most, following. One of them (describing a storm of and rain) says

Ghosts ride on the tempest to-night:

Sweet is their voice between the gusts of wind
Their songs are of other worlds!

Did you never observe (while rocking winds piping loud) that pause, as the gust is recollec itself, and rising upon the ear in a shrill and pl tive note, like the swell of an Eolian harp? 'assure you there is nothing in the world so like voice of a spirit. Thomson had an ear sometim he was not deaf to this; and has described it riously, but given it another different turn, and more horror. I cannot repeat the lines: it is his Winter. There is another very fine picture one of them. It describes the breaking of t

I sincerely hope this may be some additio
happiness, I heartily congratulate you bo
occasion. Another thing I rejoice in, is,
that you not only grow reconciled to you
but discover beauties round you that on
deformities. I am persuaded the whole m
to have always something going forward.
they that can create a rose-tree; or erect a
suckle; that can watch the brood of a hen
a fleet of their own ducklings launch into the
It is with a sentiment of envy that I speak
never shall have even a thatched roof of my
nor gather a strawberry, but in Covent Gard
will not believe in the vocality of Old Park ti
summer, when perhaps I may trust my own

I remain, bating some few little excursions
I have made, still in town, though for these
weeks I have been going into Oxfordshire
Madam Speed. But her affairs, as she say
her vagaries, as I say, have obliged her to alter
mind ten times within that
she has got at least £30,000, with a house in to
space, No wonder
plate, jewels, china, and old japan infinite, so
indeed it would be ridiculous for her to know
own mind. I, who know mine, do intend to go
Cambridge, but that owl, Fobus, is going thith
to the commencement; so that I am forced to st
till his nonsense is at an end. Chapman* you s

* See Warburton's Letters, cxli. Magdalen is, poor man! buried in good earnest, in th The master