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might by this time have unfitted me for such tique bust of Paris in Parian marble. You will
pleasure to observe that my coz, though not stand- | The whole kingdom can hardly furnish a spectaing on the pinnacle of renown quite so elevated, cle more pleasing to a man who has a taste for as that which lifts Mrs. Montagu to the clouds, trưe happiness, than himself, Mrs. C, and falls in no degree short of her in this particular; their multitudinous family. Seven long miles are so that should she make you a member of her aca- interposed between us, or perhaps I should oftener demy, she will do it honour. Suspect me not of have an opportunity of declaiming on this subject. flattering you, for I abhor the thought; neither I am now in the nineteenth book of the Iliad, will you suspect it. Recollect that it is an invaria, and on the point of displaying such feats of heroble rule with me, never to pay compliments to ism performed by Achilles, as make all other those I love.
achievements trivial. I may well exclaim, O! for Two days, en suite, I have walked to Gayhurst; a muse of fire! especially having not only a great a longer journey than I have walked on foot these host to copo with, but a great river also; much seventeen years. The first day I went alone, de- however may be done, when Homer leads the way. signing merely to make the experiment, and I should not have chosen to have been the original choosing to be at liberty to return at whatsoever author of such a business, even though all the nine point of my pilgrimage I should find myself fa- had stood at my elbow. Time bas wonderful eftigued. For I was not without suspicion that fects. We admire that in an ancient, for which years, and some other things no less injurious we should send a modern bard to Bedlam. than years, viz. melancholy and distress of mind, I saw at Mr. C's a great curiosity; an auachievements. But I found it otherwise. I reach- conclude that it interested me exceedingly, I ed the church, which stands, as you know, in the pleased myself with supposing that it once stond garden, in fifty-five minutes, and returned in ditto in Helen's chamber. It was in fact brought fron time to Weston, The next day I took the same the Levant, and though not well mended (for it walk with Mr. Powley, having a desire to show had suffered much by time) is an admirable perhim the prettiest place in the country. I not only formance. performed these two excursions without injury to my health, but have by means of them gained indisputable proof that my ambulatory faculty is not
TO LADY HESKETH yet impaired; a discovery which, considering that to my feet alone I am likely, as I have ever been, MY DEAR coz, The Lodge, May 27, 1788 to be indebted always for my transportation from The General, in a letter which came yesterday, place to place, I find very deleetable.
sent me enclosed a copy of my sonnet; thus mtroYou will find in the Gentleman's Magazine a ducing it. sonnet addressed to Henry Cowper, signed T. H. I am the writer of it. No creature knows this but in the Gentleman's Magazine for April last. In
" I send a copy of verses somebody has written yourself; you will make what use of the intelli- dependent of my partiality towards the subject, 1 gence you shall see good.
W. C. think the lines themselves are good."
Thus it appears that my poetical adventure has
succeeded to my wish, and I write to him by this TO JOSEPH HILL, ESQ. post, on purpose to inform him that the somebody
in question is myself. MY DEAR FRIEND,
May 24, 1788.
I no longer wonder that Mrs. Montagu stands For two excellent prints I return you my sin- at the head of all that is called learned, and that cere acknowledgments. I can not say that poor every critic veils his bonnet to her superior judg
. Kate remembles much the original, who was nei- ment. I am now reading, and have reached the ther so young nor so handsome as the pencil has middle of her Essay on the Genius of Shakspeare, represented her; but she was a figure well suited a book of which, strange as it may seem, though 1 to the account given of her in the Task, and has must have read it formerly, I had absolutely forgat a face exceedingly expressive of despairing me- the existence. lancholy. The lace-maker is accidentally a good! The learning, the good sense, the sound jude likeness of a young woman, once our neighbour, ment, and the wit displayed in it, fully justify not who was hardly less handsome than the picture only my compliment, but all compliments that twenty years ago; but the loss of one husband, either have been already paid to her talents, er and the acquisition of another, have, since that shall be paid hereafter. Voltaire, I doubt not time, impaired her much; yet she might still be rejoiced that his antagonist wrote in English, and supposed to have sat to the artist.
that his countrymen could not possibly be judges We dined yesterday with your friend and mine, of the dispute. Could they have known how much the most companionable and domestic Mr.C—. she was in the right, and by how many
miles the bard of Avon is superior to all their therefore only a slander, with which envy prompts dramatists, the French critic would have lost half the malignity of persons in their senses to asperse his fame among them.
wittier than themselves. But there are countries I saw at Mr. C-—'s a head of Paris; an an- in the world, where the mad have justice done tique of Parian marble. His uncle, who left him them, where they are revered as the subjects of inthe estate, brought it, as I understand, from the spiration, and consulted as oracles. Poor Fowle Levant: you may suppose I viewed it with all the would have made a figure there. W. C. enthusiasm that belongs to a translator of Homer. It is in reality a great curiosity, and highly valuable.
TO JOSEPH HILL, ESQ. Our friend Sephus has sent me two prints, the Lacemaker and Crazy Kate. These also I have MY DEAR FRIEND, Weston, June 8, 1788. contemplated with pleasure, having as you know, Your letter brought me the very first intelligence a particular interest in them. The former of them of the event it mentions. My last letter from Lais not more beautiful than a lace-maker, once our dy Hesketh gave me reason enough to expect it, neighbour at Olney; though the artist has assem- but the certainty of it was unknown to me till I bled as many charms in her countenance as I ever learned it by your information. If gradual desaw in any countenance, one excepted. Kate is cline, the consequence of great age, be a sufficient both younger' and handsomer than the original preparation of the mind to encounter such a loss, from which I drew, but she is in a good style, and our minds were certainly prepared to meet it: yet as mad as need be.
to you I need not say that no preparation can suHow does this hot weather suit thee, my dear, persede the feelings of the heart on such occasions. in London ? as for me, with all my colonnades and While our friends yet live inhabitants of the same bowers, I am quite oppressed by it.
W.C. world with ourselves, they seem still to live to us;
we are sure that they sometimes think of us; and however improbable it may seem, it is never im
possible that we may see each other once again. TO LADY HESKETH.
But the grave, like a great gulf, swallows all such The Lodge, June 3, 1788. expectation, and in the moment when a beloved MY DEAREST COUSIN,
friend sinks into it, a thousand tender recollections
TO LADY HESKETH.
The Lodge, June 10, 1788.
Your kind letter of precaution to Mr. Gregson shut
, have fallen into my eyes. But in a country sent him hither as soon as chapel-service was ended like this, poor miserable mortals must be content in the evening. But he found me already apprized to suffer all that sudden and violent changes can of the event that occasioned it, by a line from Seinflict; and if they are quit for about half the phus, received a few hours before. My dear unplagues that Caliban calls down on Prospero, they ele's death awakened in me many reflections which may say we are well off, and dance for joy, if the for a time sunk my spirits. A man like him would rheumatism or cramp will let them.
have been mourned, had he doubled the age he Did you ever see an advertisement by one reached. At any age his death would have been Fowle
, a dancing-master of Newport Pagnel? If felt as a loss, that no survivor could repair. And not, I will contrive to send it to you for your though it was not probable that for my own part amusement. It is the most extravagantly ludi- I should ever see him more, yet the consciousness crous affair of the kind I ever saw. The author that he still lived, was a comfort to me. of it had the good hap to be crazed, or he had comfort us now, that we have lost him only at a nerer produced any thing half so clever; for you time when nature could afford him to us no longer; will ever observe, that they who are said to have that as his life was blameless, so was his death lost their wits, have more than other people. It is without anguish; and that he is gone to Heaven
I know not, that human life, in its most prosper-la vain foolish world, and this happiness will be ous state, can present any thing to our wishes yours. But be not hasty, my dear, to accomplish half so desirable, as such a close of it.
thy journey! For of all that live, thou art one Not to mingle this subject with others that would whom I can least spare; for thou also art one, ill suit with it, I will add no more at present, than who shalt not leave thy equal behind thee. a warm hope, that you and your sister will be able
W. C. effectually to avail yourselves of all the consolatory matter with which it abounds! You gave yourselves, while he lived, to a father, whose life was doubtless
TO THE REV. WALTER BAGOT. prolonged by your attentions, and whose tenderness of disposition made him always deeply sensi- my DEAR WALTER, Weston, June 17, 1788. ble of your kindness in this respect, as well as in
You think me, no doubt, a tardy correspondent, many others. His old age was the happiest that and such I am, but not willingly. Many hinI have ever known, and I give you both joy of drances have intervened, and the most difficult to having had so fair an opportunity, and of having surmount have been those which the east and so well used it, to approve yourselves equal to the north-west winds have occasioned, breathing wincalls of such a duty in the sight of God and man. ter upon the roses of June, and inflaming my eyes,
ten times more sensible of the inconvenience than
they. The vegetables of England seem, like our TO LADY HESKETH.
animals, of a hardier and bolder nature than those
of other countries. In France and Italy flowers The Lodge, June 15, 1788. blow, because it is warm, but here, in spite of the Although I knew that you must be very much cold. The season however is somewhat mended occupied on the present most affecting occasion, at present, and my eyes with it. Finding myself yet, not hearing from you, I began to be very un- this morning in perfect ease of body, I seize the easy on your account, and to fear that your health welcome opportunity to do something at least to might have suffered by the fatigue both of body wards the discharge of my arrears to you. and spirits, that you must have undergone, till a I am glad that you liked my song, and, if I letter, that reached me yesterday from the Gene- liked the others myself so well as that I sent you, ral, set my heart at rest, so far as that cause of I would transcribe for you them also. But I sent anxiety was in question. He speaks of my uncle that, because I accounted it the best. Slavery, in the tenderest terms, such as show how truly and especially negro-slavery, because the cruellest, sensible he was of the amiableness and excellence is an odious and disgusting subject. Twice or of his character, and how deeply he regrets his thrice I have been assailed with entreaties to write loss. We have indeed lost one, who has not left a poem on that theme. But besides that it would his like in the present generation of our family, be in some sort treason against Homer to abandon and whose equal, in all respects, no future of it him for other matter, I felt myself so much hurt will probably produce. My memory retains so in my spirits the moment I entered on the conperfect an impression of him, that, had I been templation of it, that I have at last determined painter instead of poet, I could from those faithful absolutely to have nothing more to do with it. traces have perpetuated his face and form with There are some scenes of horror, on which my the most minute exactness; and this I the rather imagination can dwell, not without some complawonder at, because some, with whom I was equal- cence. But then they are such scenes as God, not ly conversant five and twenty years ago, have al- man produces. In earthquakes, high winds, temmost faded out of all recollection with me. But pestuous seas, there is the grand as well as the he made impression not soon to be effaced, and terrible. But when man is active to disturb, there was in figure, in temper, and manner, and in nu- is such meanness in the design, and such cruelty merous other respects, such as I shall never behold in the execution, that I both hate and despise the again. I often think what a joyful interview whole operation, and feel it a degradation of poetry there has been between him and some of his con- to employ her in the description of it. I hope also temporaries, who went before him. The truth that the generality of my countrymen have more of the matter is, my dear, that they are the happy generosity in their nature than to want the fiddle ones, and that we shall never be such ourselves, of verse to go before them in the performance of till we have joined the party. Can there be any an act, to which they are invited by the loudest thing so worthy of our warmest wishes as to enter calls of humanity. on an eternal, unchangeable state, in blessed fel Breakfast calls, and then Homer. lowship and communion with those whose society
Ever yours, W. C. we valued most, and for the best reasons, while Erratum. Instead of Mr. Wilberforce as author they continued with us? A few steps more through of Manners of the Great, read Hannah More.
My paper mourns, and my seal. It is for the winter also. The summer indeed is leaving us at death of a venerable uncle, Ashley Cowper, at the a rapid rate, as do all the seasons, and though I age of eighty-seven.
have marked their flight so often, I know not which is the sweetest. Man is never so deluded
as when he dreams of his own duration. The TO SAMUEL ROSE, ESQ.
answer of the old Patriarch to Pharaoh may be
adopted by every man at the close of the longest Weston, June 23, 1788. life—"Few and evil have been the days of the When I tell you that an unanswered latter years of my pilgrimage." Whether we look back troubles my conscience in some degree like a crime, from fifty, or from twice fifty, the past appears you will think me endued with most heroic pa- equally a dream; and we can only be said truly tience, who have so long submitted to that trouble to have lived, while we have been profitably emon account of yours not answered yet. But the ployed. Alas, then! making the necessary deductruth is, that I have been much engaged. Homer tions, how short is life! Were men in general to (you know) affords me constant employment; be- save themselves all the steps they take to no pursides which I have rather what may be called, con- pose, or to a bad one, what numbers, who are now sidering the privacy in which I have long lived, a active, would become sedentary! numerous correspondence; to one of my friends in
Thus I have sermonized through my paper. particular, a near and much-loved relation, I write Living where you live, you can bear with me the weekly, and sometimes twice in the week; nor better. I always follow the leading of my unconare these my only excuses; the sụdden changes strained thoughts, when I write to a friend, be they of the weather have much affected me, and espe- grave or otherwise. Homer reminds me of you cially with a disorder most unfavourable to letter- every day. I am now in the twenty-first Iliad. writing, an inflammation in my eyes. With all
Adieu. W. C. these apologies I approach you once more, not altogether despairing of forgiveness. It has pleased God to give us rain, without
TO LADY HESKETH. which this part of our country at least must soon have become a desert. The meadows have been
The Lodge, June 27, 1788. parched to a January brown, and we have fod For the sake of a longer visit, my dearest coz, dered our cattle for some time, as in the winter. I can be well content to wait. The country, this The goodness and power of God are never (I be-country at least, is pleasant at all times, and when lieve) so universally acknowledged as at the end winter is come, or near at hand, we shall have the of a long drought. Man is naturally a self-sufli- better chance for being snug. I know your pascient animal, and in all concerns that seem to lie sion for retirement indeed, or for what we call within the sphere of his own ability, thinks little deedy retirement, and the F-s intending to reor not at all of the need he always has of protec- turn to Bath with their mother, when her visit at tion and furtherance from above. But he is sen- the IIall is over, you will then find here exactly sible that the clouds will not assemble at his bid- the retirement in question. I have made in the ding, and that, though the clouds assemble, they orchard the best winter-walk in all the parish, will not fall in showers because he cominands sheltered from the east, and from the north-east, them. When therefore at last the blessing de- and open to the sun, except at his rising, all the scends, you shall hear even in the streets the most day. Then we will have Homer and Don Quixirreligious and thoughtless with one voice ex- ote: and then we will have saunter and chat, and claim—“Thank God!"-confessing themselves in- one laugh more before we die. Our orchard is debted to his favour, and willing, at least so far as alive with creatures of all kinds: poultry of every words go, to give him the glory. I can hardly denomination swarms in it, and pigs, the drollest doubt therefore that the earth is sometimes parched, in the world! and the crops endangered, in order that the multi I rejoice that we have a cousin Charles also, as tude may not want a memento to whom they owe well as a cousin Henry, who has had the address them, nor absolutely forget the power on which all to win the good-likings of the Chancellor. May depend for all things.
he fare the better for it! As to myself, I have long Our solitary part of the year is over. Mrs. Un- since ccased to have any expectations from that win's daughter and son-in-law have lately spent quarter. Yet, if he were indeed mortified as you some time with us. We shall shortly receive froin say (and no doubt you have particular reasons for London our old friends the Newtons (he was once thinking so,) and repented to that degree of his minister of Olney); and, when they leave us, we hasty exertions in favour of the present occupant, expect that Lady Hesketh will succeed them, per- who can tell ? he wants neither means nor manhaps to spend the summer here, and possibly the agement, but can easily at some future period re
dress the evil, if he chooses to do it. But in the walks and my pastime in whatever quarter of your mean time life steals away, and shortly neither he paradise it should please me the most to visit. We will be in circumstances to do me a kindness, nor also, as you know, have scenes at Weston worthy I to receive one at his hands. Let him make haste, of description; but because you know them well
, therefore, or he will die a promise in my debt, I will only say that one of them has, within these which he will never be able to perform. Your few days, been much improved; I mean the lime communications on this subject are as safe as you walk. By the help of the axe and the woodbill, can wish them. We divulge nothing but what which have of late been constantly employed in might appear in the magazine, nor that without cutting out all straggling branches that interceptgreat consideration.
ed the arch, Mr. Throckmorton has now defined I must tell you a feat of my dog Beau. Walk- it with such exactness, that no cathedral in the ing by the river side, I observed some water-lilies world can show one of more magnificence or beaufloating at a little distance from the bank. They ty. I bless myself that I live so near it; for were are a large white flower, with an orange coloured sit distant several miles, it would be well work eye, very beautiful. I had a desire to gather one, while to visit it, merely as an object of tasto ; not and, having your long cane in my hand, by the to mention the refreshment of such a gloom both help of it endeavoured to bring one of them with to the eyes and spirits. And these are the things in my reach. But the attempt proved vain, and I which our modern improvers of parks and pleasure walked forward. Beau had all the while observed grounds have displaced without mercy; because
, me very attentively. Returning soon after toward the forsooth, they are rectilinear. It is a wonder they same place, I observed him plunge into the river, do not quarrel with the sunbeams for the same while I was about forty yards distant from him; reason. and when I had nearly reached the spot, he swam Have you seen the account of five hundred ceto land with a lily in his mouth, which he came lebrated authors now living? I am one of them; and laid at my foot.
but stand charged with the high crime and misdeMr. Rose, whom I have mentioned to you as a meanour of totally neglecting method; an accusavisiter of mine for the first time soon after you left tion which, if the gentleman would take the pains us, writes me word that he has seen my ballads to read me, he would find sufficiently refuted. I against the slave-mongers, but not in print. Where am conscious at least myself of having laboured he inct with them, I know not. Mr. Bull begged much in the arrangement of my matter, and of hard for leave to print them at Newport-Pagnel
, having given to the several parts of my book of and I refused, thinking that it would be wrong to the Task, as well as to each poem in the first va anticipate the nobility, gentry, and others, at whose lume, that sort of slight connexion, which poetry pressing instance I composed them, in their design demands; for in poetry, (except professedly of the to print them. But perhaps I need not have been didactic kind) a logical precisiốn would be stiff so squeamish; for the opportunity to publish them pedantic, and ridiculous. But there is no pleasing in London seems now not only ripe, but rotten. I some critics; the comfort is, that I am contented, am well content. There is but one of them with whether they be pleased or not. At the same which I am myself satisfied, though I have heard time, to my honour be it spoken, the chronicler of them all well spoken of. But there are very few us five hundred prodigies bestows on me, for aught things of my own composition, that I can endure I know, more commendations than on any other to read, when they have been written a month, of my confraternity. May he live to write the though at first they seem to me to be all perfection. histories of as many thousand poets, and find me
Mrs. Unwin, who has been much the happier the very best among them; Amen! since the time of your return hither has been in I join with you, my dearest coz, in wishing that some sort settled, begs me to make her kindest re- I owned the fee simple of all the beautiful scenes membrance. Yours, my dear, most truly, W.C. around you, but such emoluments were never den
signed for poets. Am I'not happier than ever poet
was, in having llvee for my cousin, and in the exTO LADY HESKETH.
pectation of thy arrival here whenever Strawber
ry-hill shall lose thee? The Lodge, July 28, 1788. It is in vain that you tell me you have no talent at description, while in fact you describe better
TO LADY HESKETH. than any boly. You have given me a most complete idea of your mansion and its situation; and
The Lodge, August 9, 1788 I doubt not that with your letter in my hand by The Newtons are still here, and continue with way of map, could I be set down on the spot in a us I believe until the 15th of the month. Here is awment, I should find myself qualificd to take my also my friend Mr. Rose, a valuable young man,
Ever thine, W.C.