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brought about by emaciating a little some of our too corpulent Dignitaries, I should be well contented.

The Dissenters, I think, Catholics and others, have all a right to the privileges of all other Englishmen, because to deprive them, is persecution, and persecution on any account, but especially on a religious one, is an abomination. But after all, Valeat Respublica, I love my Country, I love my King, and I wish peace and prosperity to Old England. Adieu.

W. C.

LETTER LIV.

To WILLIAM HAYLEY, Esqr.

Weston, Dec. 26, 1792.

That I may not be silent, till my si

lence alarms you, I snatch a moment to tell you, that although toujours triste I am not worse than usual, but my opportunities of writing are paucified, as perhaps Dr. Johnson would have dared to say, and the few that I have are shortened by company.

Give my love to dear Tom, and thank him for his very apposite Extract, which I should be happy indeed to turn to any acHow often do I wish in the course of every day, that I could be employed once more in Poetry, and how often of course that this Miltonic trap had never caught me! The year ninety-two

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shall stand chronicled in my remembrance as the most melancholy that I have ever known, except the weeks that I spent at Eartham; and such it has been principally, because being engaged to Milton, I felt myself no longer free for any other engagement. That illfated Work, impracticable in itself, has made every thing else impracticable.

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I am very Pindaric, and obliged to be so by the hurry of the hour. My friends are come down to breakfast.

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Now I know that you are safe, I treat you, as you see, with a philosophical indifference, not acknowledging your kind and immediate answer to anxious enquiries, till it suits my own convenience. I have learned however from my late solicitude, that not only you, but yours, interest me to a degree, that should any thing happen to either of you, would be very inconsistent with my peace. Sometimes I thought that you were extremely ill, and once or twice, that you were dead. As often some Tragedy reached my ear concerning little Tom, mentes hominum !" How liable are we to a thousand impositions,

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and how indebted to honest old Time, who never fails to undeceive us! Whatever you had in prospect you acted kindly by me not to make me partaker of your expectations, for I have a spirit, if not so sanguine as yours, yet that would have waited for your coming with anxious impatience, and have been dismally mortified by the disappointment. Had you come, and come without notice too, you would not have surprized us more, than (as the matter was managed) we were surprized at the arrival of your Picture. It reached us in the evening, after the shutters were closed, at a time when a chaise might actually have brought you without giving us the least previous intimation. Then it was, that Samuel, with his cheerful countenance, appeared at the study door, and with a voice as cheerful as his looks, exclaimed,

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Mr. Hayley is come Madam!" We both started, and in the same moment cried, "Mr. Hayley

come! And where is he?" The next moment corrected our mistake, and finding Mary's voice grow suddenly tremulous, I turned, and saw her weeping.

I do nothing, notwithstanding all your exhortations; my idleness is proof against them all, or to speak more truly my difficulties are so. Something indeed I do. I play at push-pin with Homer every morning before breakfast, fingering and polishing, as Paris did I have lately had a Letter from Dublin on that sub

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W. C:

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LETTER LVI.

TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, Esqr.

MY DEAREST HAYLEY,

Weston, Jan. 29, 1793.

I truly sympathize with you under your weight of sorrow for the loss of our good Samaritan. But be not broken-hearted, my Friend! remember the loss of those we love, is the condition on which we live ourselves; and that he who chuses his friends wisely from among the excellent of the earth, has a sure ground to hope, concerning them, when they die, that a merciful God has made them far happier than they could be here; and that we shall join them soon again. This is solid comfort, could we but avail ourselves of it; but I confess the difficulty of doing Sorrow is like the deaf Adder, "that hears not the voice of the charmer, charm he never so wisely ;" and I feel so much myself for the death of Austin, that my own chief consolation is, that I had never seen him. Live yourself, I beseech you, for I have seen so much of you, that I can by no means spare you; and I will live as long as it shall please God to permit me: I know you set some value on me, therefore let that promise comfort you! and give us not reason to say, like David's servants,-" We know that it would have pleased thee more if all we had died, than this one, for whom thou art inconsolable." You have still Romney, and Carwardine, and Guy, and me, my poor Mary, and I know not how many beside;

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side; as many, I suppose, as ever had an opportunity of spending a day with you. He who has the most friends must necessarily lose the most, and he whose friends are numerous as yours, may the better spare a part of them. of them. It is a changing transient scene: yet a little while, and this poor dream of life will be over with all of us—The living, and they who live unhappy, they are indeed subjects of sorrow. beloved Friend.

Adieu, my

Ever yours.

W. C.

LETTER LVII.

To SAMUEL ROSE, Esqr.

Weston, Feb. 5, 1793.

In this last revisal of my work (the

Homer) I have made a number of small improvements, and am now more convinced than ever, having exercised a cooler judgment upon it, than before I could, that the Translation will make its way. There must be time for the conquest of vehement and long-rooted prejudice; but without much self-partiality, I believe, that the conquest will be made; and am certain, that I should be of the same opinion, were the work another man's. I shall soon have finished the Odyssey, and when I have, will send the corrected copy of both to Johnson.

Adieu.

W. C.

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