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into sections at last,-a bit to Royalists, another bit to Republicans; and perhaps the very name of a nation so disgraced by crimes and follies will be lost for ever. No matter! I long to see Burke's letter to Arthur Young : his predictions have the best claim to attention of any living wight. Oh pray

what becomes of the man who set mankind a staring this time last year ? he is in a madhouse, is not he? We had a slight earthquake about eight or ten weeks ago, and such extraordinary weather as never did I witness ; very providential sure that it should continue so warm and mild and open while bread remains at such an advanced price. Yesterday the prospect was clear and bright as spring; nor have we seen ice hitherto; but storms enough to blow the very house down, and I fear prevent our West India fleet from ever arriving at its place of destination. A beautiful prismatic halo round the moon in an elliptic form very elegant on Christmas Day, was said by our rural philosophers to be a rare but certain præcursor of tempest, and so it proved : I was, however, glad to have seen a meteor so uncommon.

Has your brother examined any of the gold from our new mine in Ireland ? The bishop showed us some, and Mr. Lloyd, I think, sent specimens to Sir Joseph Banks -it is supposed purer, and less drugged with alloy than what comes immediately from Peru — could we but get enough of it.

To the Rev. Daniel Lysons.

Brynbella, Sunday,

(post-mark, 1796.) DEAR MR. LYSONS,— You have at last written me so kind and so entertaining a letter, that no paper on my part shall be wasted in reproaches; I thank you very kindly, but you should never suppose me informed of things which you cannot help hearing ; but they escape me easily enough. I do hear of the Arch Duke's successes however, and of poor Italy's disgrace; I hear of peace too—when shall we see it ? Mr. Ireland is a pleasant gentleman indeed, and his last act his best act in my mind; absolution follows confession; I have done being angry with him now. There is a note in Mr. Malone's pamphlet* for which I would give half a dozen publications of fifty pages each concerning the times; it contains my sentiments so exactly that I may easily commend the writer's good sense and sound judgment. The mysteries of Carlton House surpass those of Udolpho : may they end as those do, in mere nihility. I will not quarrel with you for making no reply to my questions about “ Camilla,” | because I have read it myself, and because these are really no times for any man of the living world to waste his moments in weighing of feathers; he, however, who neglects to read Burke's last pamphlet, loses much of a very rational pleasure.

* Against the Ireland forgeries.
t Madame D'Arblay's novel.

I turn the page to talk of yours


brother's discoveries*, of which I honestly wish you much joy.

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To the Rev. Daniel Lysons.

Brynbella, Thursday.

(No other date, and no post-mark.) DEAR MR. LYSONS, — Accept a renewal of inquiries, literary and domestic; but 'tis for yourself I inquire; your brother, we know, is well and busy with his subterranean discoveries. What statues has he found? they will be very valuable; and tell me for mercy's sake what this Apology for the Bible † means: we live in fine times sure when the Bible wants an apology from the bishops. How is Mr. Burke's book received ? and what will his regicide peace be ? I see no signs of peace except in the books: for they make them ready to battle in all parts of the world, and we shall have the Turks upon us directly if we chase French ships into their very harbours so. No matter ! my half-crown for Flo shall be willingly contributed, though I do think seriously that the Dog Tax and Repeal of Game Laws will have an exceeding bad effect on the country, where gentlemen will want inducements to remain when hunting and coursing and shooting are at an end. Horses will lower in price, however, and little oats will be sown at all. I think democracy in all her insidious

* Of Roman antiquities at Woodchester, on which Mr. Samuel Lysons based two valuable publications.

† Bishop Watson's celebrated answer to Paine and Gibbon.

ness could not have contrived a more certain principle of levelling, and republicanism in all her pride could not plan more perfect gratification than that of seeing the young farmers' sons cocking their guns in face of a landlord upon whom no man feeling any dependence, he will shelter himself among the crowds of London, and prefer being jostled at Vauxhall by his taylor, to the being robbed of innocent amusements by those who were bred on his land, and fed on his bounty.*

Our Chester paper even now reproaches the rich with their donations of bread and meat, which are already styled insults on the poor's independence; and Mr. Chappelow, who has been here on a visit, protested he was glad to get alive out of Norfolk, because he had presumed to give his parishioners barley and potatoe bread baked in his own oven. I wish you would write me a long letter, and tell me a great deal about the living world; and something of the dead too, for I see Mr. Howard's epitaph, but cannot guess who wrote it,

Vortigern will, I trust, be condemned almost without a hearing, so completely does the laugh go against it. This is the age of forgeries. I never read of so many causes célèbres in that way as of late; but poor dear Mrs. Siddons saves Ireland awhile, I suppose, by her ill health, and keeps Miss Lee from fame and for

If indignation makes verses, it does not supply syntax; and this sentence, which I have not attempted to correct, bears a strong resemblance to that of the county member who described Sir Robert Peel as " not the sort of man that

you could put salt upon his tail."

tune which she expects to acquire by “Almeyda.” Does Madame D'Arblay's novel promise well? Fanny wrote better before she was married than since, however that came about. I understand nothing concerning the young baronet that lost so much at backgammon. Those tales are seldom true to the extent they are related : much like the stories of mad dogs, which chiefly exist in newspapers; but I fear Lady Westmeath's Divorce Bill, like Mrs. Mullins, will carry conviction of her infidelity all over the world. We knew her and her lord at Bath very well. I try every time I write to get some intelligence of the Beavor family, but without effect.

Selden says marriage is the act of a man's life which least concerns his acquaintance, yet, adds he, 'tis the very act of his life which they most busy themselves about. Now Heaven knows, I never did disturb myself or him by Dr. Gillies's marriage, though it affected me exceedingly; his amiable lady and her family being of my most favourite acquaintance, and they are all lost to me somehow. Mr. Rogers' name has crost me but once since we left London either : it was when he gave evidence in favour of that anagrammatic Mr. Stone *, who wrote his name backwards, as witches are said to do; who deal in deeds of darkness, and sing

“When good kings bleed we rejoice,” &c.

On Stone's trial, the author of "The Pleasures of Memory proved a conversation with him in the streets, tending to show that he made no mystery of that which was charged as treasonable.

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