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for the prevalence of the disease than the contributiveness of the essay, for it has been declared "sound as far as it goes" but "not a work of any depth." Dr. Cadogan was a man of pleasing manners, strong good sense, and, as references to him in the letters show, of humor and a bent for teasing.

Writing from Garrick's villa at Hampton in 1777 Hannah More said: "Dr. Cadogan and his agreeable daughter have spent a day and a night here. The Doctor gave me some lectures in anatomy, and assures me that I am now as well acquainted with secretion, concoction, digestion, and assimilation, as many a wise-looking man in a great wig." In Boaden there are two letters by the "agreeable daughter," Frances Cadogan, one hardly more than a formal request for a box, the other an interesting letter, but not clear in its references without a letter in the Leigh Collection. The Collection contains twelve notes and letters to Miss Cadogan and her father, and as a set, they for the first time reveal another charming friendship of Garrick's last days. Slight as some of the notes are, they seem worth printing, so much light do they throw on the intimate companionship of Garrick with his wife, his volatile spirit even after he withdrew from active life, and a playfully tender friendship of the two Garricks with the young girl. The actor, William Parsons, in whose behalf the first letter was written, described as "a thin and asthmatical man, but a good comedian," survived to mourn Garrick at the great pageant attending his funeral in Westminster.

MY DEAR DR.

Poor Parsons we fear is in a bad way - he has desir'd me to recommend him to any Physical friend of Mine, that will as he terms it see him at an Easy ratewill you be so kind to me, & him, as to see him tomorrow Morng? & let me know his Situation: 'tis of great Consequence to us What shall I say to you for my impertinence? this I say

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Perhaps the most noteworthy feature of the second letter, a single sheet written lengthwise on each side, is the gradual development from the formal My dear Madam to the intimacies of the last lines.

"My dear Madam I am sorry but My Box is Engag'd to day, the Dr. is the Cause that it is, having said to me, that it would not be in either of your Power to come to Drury-Lane before you go out of Town. Will you tell him that I dined out yesterday and was not the better for it. Adieu."

On the other side of the sheet is the following:

"As you could go to the Play, why can you not come in your night gown and drink your Coffee & Tea at the Adelphi this evening? I am quite by Myself, my Husd. dines with Ld Mansfield but will come home time Enough to Kiss you. My Coach shall be with you about half after six. I take no Excuse bring your work.”

The next two letters, of uncertain date, explain themselves.

MY DEAREST DR

My poor Husd has been taken ill yesterday, and I shall not be happy till you come and tell me that he is in no Danger. As this is the day in which you are to be in Town, I will send our Coach to your house in the country where he will wait till you can come to Hampton; and if you cannot stay all night you shall be

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I write to you with my own hand that you may know I am better

Mrs. Garrick's impudence of sending for Dr. Cadogan was unknown to me, & Nothing but her great fears to see me in such Agonies could have excus'd her

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I have got rid of two or three possessing Devils & the great Devil of 'Em all who has left me I hope Sulphur Brimstone & Sin but has taken the flesh & Spirit along with him too I shall be well Enough to see you in a day or two or three & Expect Banquo's Ghost to appear in his pale-brown terrors before you-I would not frighten you if I could, but would always wish [to] give you a little flutter this is Sentiment & ye only one, I have in Common with Boulter Roffey Esqr.

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the Effect upon my animal Spirits as Your sweet Words have: There's Magic in Every Line-and Miss Hannah More swears like a Trooper that it is ye best letter in ye Language - We shall wait for Sunday with impatience.

My Coach if you please shall meet you

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half way or rather come for You at yr own hour so if love me be freemy horses are young & have Nothing to do but if yr Dr. will not suffer his Cattle out of his Sight, they shall dine with us, lie with us, or wt you will with us, provided he will not abuse Shakespeare, & his loving Patient-in short you are to command & we shall obey most punctually-pray send a Line to ye Adelphi with your pleasure at full Ever my dear Miss Cadogan's

most affectionate Friend & Serv

D. GARRICK

You will be glad to know that Mrs. Barbauld late Miss Aikin wrote ye following distich Miss More's shewing her my upon Buckles my Wife gave her, which I play'd in ye last Night of Acting. Thy Buckles, O Garrick, thy Friends may now Use,

But no Mortals hereafter shall stand in thy Shoes.

A. L. BARBAULD.

The references to Lord Palmerston's country seat in the next double letter and the letter following it show that they were written not far apart. The second letter is more than usually marked by inexplicable references. Miss Cadogan's evident anxiety for the mysterious "young man" is pleasantly suggestive of a love affair, but he may be only a prosaic brother; and just what Dr. Cadogan had been saying in jest to draw out the confusing sentence as to desertion is even more cryptic.

My Dearest of all dears! we shall set out for Hampton next Sunday which is the 10th now whether we can be back on

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It was only this Morning at breakfast that the light of Conviction broke upon Me, as it did upon St. Paul, & I discoverd for the first Moment to whom I was indebted for ye most charming imitation of Horace -O You Wretched Creature! & so you would not tell Me or my Wife? -how could you keep such delightful flattery a Secret, for it has doubled in value, since I know ye hand that administer'd it the Moment we can return from Hampshire I will give you Notice, & will send the Coach for You -I hope we shall be with you soon enough to take you on yr way to Farnborough & I hope we shall catch you & keep you at your

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I must answer your most friendly affectionate Letter immediatly, tho you would Willingly excuse Me, & indeed, I am always ready to most of my Correspondents to lay hold of any Excuse to be idle-but were I flannel'd & muffled with ye Gout, tormented with a Worse disorder & roaring in my bed, I would say something to please Myself be the consequence what it would to my dear Second I return the Young Man's letter, which is very Sensibly Written, but we have had Accounts as late as ye 6th of August, which gives a more favourable Account of Matters - I am afraid by what I have learnt here that, while

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he is in ye American Service, and Lord Howe, Commander of ye Whole, He must remain as he is for Lord Howe will not let any preferment take place even by ye first Lord of the Ad-y Without his Approbation - his Lordship is very jealous of that part of his office, & I hear, made it one of his Chief Conditions When he Accepted of the Command however I will seek farther before I give up Anything, on which You & my dear Dr. have set Your hearts-pray let Your Worthy Father know that I feel in my heart of Heart, all the kind Expressions of his Love & Affection to Me. but My health would be of very little Service to me, if I was to purchase it at ye Price of his being shot for a deserter; unless indeed before the Cap was pull'd over his Eyes, He would repent of the manifold Sins he has Committed against the God of my Idolatry - Shaksespear! - Him him! He is the Him!--there is no other.

My Love I beseech you to all where you are pray tell 'Em We will call on our return to take a kiss & away -As there will be no Turkey-pouts & ducklings and the Weather too hot for pig, I shall make ye best of my way home- & tell 'Em likewise I have answer'd the precious Cicester Gazette for which I thank them most sincerely Lady Bathurst will let Em know what a poor figure I make against such an army of Wits, Virtues, Youth, & Beauties, We expect to leave this place in about 8 or 10 days —

My Wife sends her warmest Love We are very happy here- a good host a Sweet place & warm Wellcome Most Affectionately & trly yrs

Broadlands near Romsey-Lord Palmerston's seat Sept. 21st. 1778.

D: GARRICK.

PS. Pray when you write to Miss Griffith let her know, if I could have answer'd her flattering Lines as they deserv'd she should have heard from Me, but I can

not yet Write as I ought so she Must Accept my best thanks till I can have strength to mount my Pegasus.

than in his: . . . of which Mrs. Garrick, by her elegance of taste, her correctness of manners, and very original turn of humour, was the brightest ornament. All his pursuits and tastes were so decidedly intellectual, that it made the society, and the conversation which was always to be found in his circle, interesting and delightful.” Yet, after all, what more convincing testimony to the worth and lovableness of this man of many friends than his wife's sad reply to Miss More's expression of surprise at her selfcommand just after Garrick's death: "Groans and complaints are very well for those who are to mourn but a little while, but a sorrow that is to last for life will not be violent and romantic." And hers did last for nearly forty years, for always "Davy" was in her thoughts. (To be continued.)

The effect of letters picked up as occasion served must necessarily be somewhat scrappy, but do not these from the Leigh Collection make clearer, not the variety in friends of Garrick, for that was clear enough already, but his variety in friendship, his readiness to serve, his thousand little gayeties, in brief his charm? Reading them, does not one understand better Hannah More's, "I can never cease to remember with affection and gratitude so warm, steady and disinterested a friend; and I can most truly bear this testimony to his memory, that I never witnessed, in any family, more decorum, propriety, and regularity

THE ALIEN COUNTRY

BY HARRY JAMES SMITH

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He took a folded copy of the Herald out of his pocket and began hunting for an advertisement. Meantime Miss Rosie looked him over timidly. He was hardly a man yet, not more than twenty, certainly, with a frank, irresolute smile, and blue eyes whose expression seemed always changing. She noticed how prettily his dark hair curled about his forehead; and it occurred to her that New York must be a very lonely place for a boy like this. And so full of temptations too! Miss Rosie's personal experience with such matters was slight, to be sure; but she had not needed to come to New York to learn that Cities and Temptations went together.

Then the Boy laughed. "Is n't that just like me?" he said. "It was West and not East Eighteenth. I'm ever so sorry I've made you all this trouble."

He thrust the paper into his pocket and started precipitately down the stairs; but something made her call him back. “Wait just a minute, please," she said. "I'll speak to my sister Electa if you'll step inside."

This was a strange suggestion for Rosie to make. She was painfully conscious of the fact herself, suspecting, as she led him into the "front room "that she was doing something not altogether right. Her cheeks flushed pinker, and she disappeared without any further word.

The Boy sat down in a wide old-fashioned rocker which was drawn up beside a little pile of stockings and darning materials on the window ledge. The more he looked about him, the harder it became to remember where he was. The bright-figured "ingrain" on the floor, the small rosewood table in one corner with its row of pious-looking books, the haircloth lounge, the crayon portraits in gilt frames on the walls,—it all had a transplanted look, as if a clump of petunias or some other homely annual had been set out by mistake in one of the flamboyant flower-beds of a city square.

He wondered who the little lady was. She had such a timid, half-frightened manner, and he had noticed the flush in her face. Despite the fact that she was certainly thirty-five or forty, she reminded him, somehow, of a little girl in the mistaken garb of a grown-up.

But his thoughts had not carried him far before the kitchen door opened and she appeared again, this time not alone. Her sister was of about the same height, but in other respects more amply proportioned, with a round, homelike face, upon which years of responsibility had forced an expression of anxious determination. She wore her hair parted in the middle and drawn back in smooth ripples already touched with gray. She gave one the impression of trying to look much bolder than her heart would give warrant for.

"My sister Rose tells me," she began, in a tone of business-like formality, "that

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"Of course, went on Miss Electa, "we've never thought of such a thing as taking in an outsider; but lately something has happened in our family,”—she was beginning to speak rapidly as though in self-defense, "and so there are only two of us left now, and as there happened to be a vacant room, we thought perhaps we might be willing to rent it to the right party. What do you think, Rosie ?”

It was easy to see that when Miss Electa asked advice, she expected confirmation. "I'm sure I don't know what is right, sister," replied Rosie, - but the disguise in her tone was thin. "Perhaps we might consider the matter if the young man wished."

The young man smiled gratefully. They amused him, somehow, this strange little pair. He couldn't help liking them either, and he had already discovered that they were good housekeepers. "You're ever so kind," he said, "and I'm sure I'd enjoy it here; but-" he hesitated, — "to tell the truth, I don't suppose the price would be quite down to my level. You see I have n't been in the city long, and it's rather tough, getting along at the start."

If he had been seeking to plead his cause he could not have made a more strategic remark than that. All the potential mother in Miss Lecky was touched at once. "You poor boy!" she exclaimed. Then she remembered that a commercial proposition was under discussion and made an effort, without much success, to reassume her formal tone. "Of course we would have to discuss the matter of price in detail later; but I think we could come to some satisfactory arrangement if if it seemed best," she finished, rather

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