pman, I suppose you know, is warm in his ship; soon after his accession, I was to see here was a very brilliant (Cambridge) asMiddleton, Rutherforth, Heberden, RoCoventry, and various others. He did the s with a great deal of comical dignity, asby a Bedmaker in greasy leather breeches, livery, and now he is gone to town to get ment. But what you'll wonder at, and what sme, Coventry is his particular confident ery disagreeably to himself,) he can't open r, but he finds the master there, who comes with him at all hours, and brings his works m, for he is writing a great book on the n Constitution. Well, upon the strength I too am grown very great with Coventry, ay the truth (bating his nose, and another tance, which is nothing to me) he is the t of man in this place. Middleton has pubsmall octavo on the Roman Senate, well but nothing of very great consequence, ow gone to be inducted into a Sine-cure 00 a year) that Sir J. Frederick gave him. worse, for the sake of this little nasty thing

(I am told) he is determined to suppress a work, that would have made a great noise, or publish it all mangled or disfigured, and this when he has (I am assured) near £700 a year of his own already, and might live independent, and easy, and speak his mind, in the face of the whole world Clerical and Laïcal, such a passion have some men to lick the dust, and be trampled upon. The Fellow Commoners (the bucks) are run mad, they set women upon their heads in the streets at noon-day, break open shops, game in the coffee-houses on Sundays, and in short act after my own heart.

My works are not so considerable as you imagine. I have read Pausanias and Athenæus all through, and Æschylus again. I am now in Pindar and Lysias: for I take Verse and Prose together like bread and cheese.

The Chronology is growing daily, the most noble of my performances latterly is a Pôme on the uncommon death of Mr. Walpole's Cat, which being of a proper size and subject for a gentleman in your condition to peruse, (besides that I flatter myself Miss will give her judgment upon it too) I herewith send you, it wont detain you long. Adieu, my dear Sir, I am ever yours,

Cambr. March [1747], Tuesday Night.

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ney shall be here at the Commencement, can 1? Morley is going to be married to a grave yed Maiden of 30 years old with much pelf, own relation. Poor Soul!

CIVE that mine did not reach you till the -r you had wrote your little letter. If you me to give the Gentleman (before he goes my note endorsed by you, or will send it brother, the money shall be paid in town ay you mention. The rest of my questions ufficiently answered by the news you tell - but that I knew it before.) What can one person in such circumstances? I need not much happiness I wish you, if that be to it. I rejoice to see you with your boots ould be cruel to detain you long at present. Du have any leisure, I hope you will let me more into the matter. The old maids give tily joy, and hug themselves in their virCarlyon is in your room, and I can't well rip him; I reckon he will not remain long dieu! and think me yours ever,

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CE to hear you are safe arrived, though y four wild horses, like people one reads book of martyrs, yet I cannot chuse but your condition, so cooped up in the Elvetwith spirits and hobgoblins about you, and

at one entrance quite shut out; you must the more set open all the other avenues to open your folios, open your De L'Isle, and rospect of that world, which the cruel aras hid from your corporeal eyes, and conem to the narrow contemplation of your kside, and kitchen-garden.

Leene has been here, but is now gone to a little while, and returns to pass the winus. We are tolerably gracious, and he ighty well of you; but when I look upon enance and his ways, I can never think wing my poor Tuthill upon him (though ever so advantageous, and they both had it) and so I have said nothing to either I found, he had no hopes of your petibelieve you are right in thinking no it. Your mention of Mr. Vane, reminds r Smart (not that I, or any other mortal,

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