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der'd, I do think the agitators of evil will see some difficulty in persuading a mob to injure houses whence the poor are so fed, so clothed, so comforted .... and in each of which arms are kept to protect those possessions which every man seems trying to deserve.

“We were calculating three nights ago that less than one million of pounds sterling was not given away last year in private bounties, besides Poor's Revenues amounting to five times that sum. I question if Sardinia’s king ever could boast such a treasure in his coffers. Bread is at eighteen pence the quartern loaf this day, however, and the new Lord Mayor will have a troublesome time of it."

“Wednesday, 7th Jan. 1801. “For my own part the world has used me to indulgence, so that I feel quite astonished when I meet a little severity.*

“ There has been very little yet. One gentleman, in his care for my reputation as to scholarship, sent a friend across the town yesterday to tell me that the quotation in vol. 1st. p. 381 was quite wrong, because Anna, not Acca, was the woman's name there called upon. It was almost painful to me to tell him that, tho’ Dido's sister (like the lady's sister in Bluebeard) was Anna, Camilla's companion in fight was Acca, and called sister only from tenderness. Almost every Latin quotation and many French ones are wrong printed. Mr. Gillet's rebellion among his compositors was a


* She had just published "Retrospection."

terrible stroke on poor Stockdale and myself, and I was forced to rout out my dirty manuscript an hour ago to convince a Roman Catholic critick that it was not my fault but the devil's, that their hymn to St. John was so mangled, ist vol. p. 251. He made no complaint of any mistake in page 304, the same volume.

“Dear Mr. Gray, say a good word of the book in general, and let us get out of print, and set forth a more correct edition ; and let us never flatter ourselves hereafter that a clean handwriting is any security against typographical errors.”

“Brynbella, 2nd August, 1801. “Lord bless me! what an expence they do put us to with their frivolous and vexatious menaces ! Those vile agents who buy up even the standing corn to make artificial scarcity, and irritate our lower ranks to rebellion, are more hateful pests than even the French themselves. 'Tis confidently asserted here that men · live in the great towns of London and Liverpool by throwing corn into the sea by night, or into the river, and that their pay is a guinea for every six hours' work, How dreadful !


“ Brynbella, 2nd Dec. 1801. My learning, that the people laugh at so much more justly than they think they do, comes chiefly from the Spectators and Tattlers, but is not sufficient to inform me what was meant a hundred years ago in common col

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loquial chat by vowelling a man. Some of those charming papers has this phrase : ‘Such a one, says he, has been vowelld by the Count, and resolves to demand satisfaction.'

“I should like to know what it means. Was there a quibble intended ? Had some fine fellow lost money at play to some other fine fellow, and was he forced to say I 0 U? When we were at Vienna our cicerone showed us these letters over the Arsenal, and asked all the gentlemen in our party if we could explain them: A. E. I. 0. U. After everybody had confessed ignorance, he said · Austriacorum Est Imperare Orbi Universo' was the device intended, and I remember some of the company, - a Frenchman, I think, – ob

, jected. Buonaparte has vowelled them pretty well since then.

“If this phrase means picking one's name to pieces, how terribly has poor H-nn-b M-r- been treated during this Bristol controversy! Her health, always feeble, has given way to their ill-usage, and those who are near intimates tremble for the consequence. We shall go to Bath next month, and then I will try to comfort her. A sister in affliction may have peculiar chance for success; but, I don't know how it is, I never was in affliction. My countenance, unlike that of old Hamlet's ghost, was more, much more in anger than in sorrow, and so grew less like a ghost, I do believe in proportion as my critics charged me with loss of youth and beauty. They had need be very young and handsome themselves to make such nonsense tolerated.”

“ Bath, Wednesday, 3rd Feb. 1802.

“ One always hopes that true friends are happy,—one always believes them happier than they are. You have been thinking that I was speculating on character while I was fretting over Mr. Piozzi's health, till at last I have half frighted him about my own. All will, however, be well by and by . . . and our plagues have been small compared with those of our next door neighbour, Hannah More, who has been hunted to a sick bed with strange success indeed. I flattered myself she would better have withstood the torrent of scurrility which ceases not to drive her down, as poor Hawkesworth was driven long ago. Whether our friend Randolph mixed in the controversy I know not, certain it is included in the abuse; but these distresses of sentiment are after all like stage sorrow compared to what your brother-in-law is suffering; and 'tis a serious mercy that Mrs. Gray has borne with such resignation the loss of such a daughter.

“When the Negroes have learned to be scholars, as they have already learned to be soldiers, a history of St. Domingo Republic will be published in black letter, I suppose. Oh dear! what a strange thing that is, and how observable that the very island where slavery first was instituted among Christians, should be the very first where African freedom hoists her horrible standard, a white infant on the point of pikes brandished by men of colour.

“Can the French subjugate this rebellious island ? The West Indians with whom I have conversed say it is impossible. Meanwhile here at Bath it certainly does appear that Buonaparte is the idol of an English populace, which I consider as another novelty, but cannot possibly deny the fact, because every puppet-show exhibits the hero of Marengo on his horse, every printshop calls in customers by an exact likeness of the great First Consul, and every linendraper tempts passengers by a bust of Buonaparte in their pocket handkerchiefs sure that is equally new and strange, when so many of their warrior countrymen rest unadmired, while Moreau is prefer'd to General Moore, and Berthier set out at the windows before Abercrombie. Surely whatever else we can wish, novelty is no longer a thing to be cry'd for.”

“No. 77, Pultney Street,

“Tuesday, 17th March, 1802. “ Has it been in your way to look at a Miss Baillie's Dramas written, not for the stage, but for purpose of tracing the progress of the passions ? Her Tragedy on Hatred was deservedly admired three years ago and called De Montfort. She has now published a Comedy on Hatred very striking indeed, and possessing, in my mind, wonderful merit. Miss Hamilton wins all hearts in this town, which is full of showy talkers. I get more conversation here than in London. Our modern Plurality of Worlds is much admired, and justly

my worst fear is lest, in these daring days of bold and unauthorized conjecture, some one should start out, and go as far below, as Mr. Nares has gone above,

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