thing. Indeed I have one excuse; my (which you have so kindly enquired after): extraordinary, ever since I came hither. It great malady, but several little ones, that brewing no good to me. It will be a parti pleasure to me to hear whether Content dwe Leicestershire, and how she entertains herself t Only do not be too happy, nor forget entirely quiet ugliness of Cambridge. ver

LXXII. MR. GRAY TO DR. WHARTON

Stoke, Sept. 7, 1757

I AM greatly obliged to your care and kindness considering with more attention than it deserv the article of my health; at present I am far bett and take long walks again, have better spirits, a am more capable of amusement. The offer y make me of your lodgings for a time I should glad embrace, both for the sake of seeing you, and 1 variety, and because it will answer another end, furnishing me with a reason for not going into t country to a place where I am invited, (I thin you understand me). But the truth is, I cann afford to hurry about from place to place; so I sha continue where I am, and trust to illness, or som other cause for an excuse, since to that place, am positive, I will not go. It hurts me beyon

The Critical Review you have seen, or m He is in raptures (they say, it is Professor lin) but mistakes the Eolian Lyre for the of Eolus, and on this mistake founds a ment and a criticism. This is, I think, all heard, that signifies. од об The Encyclopedia, I own, may cloy one, sits down to it. But you will own, that out great good dinner, a number of little good di may be made, that would not cloy one at all. is a long article sur le Beau, that for my l cannot understand. Several of the geograp articles are carelessly done, and some of the quities or Ancient History.

My best compliments to Mrs. Wharton; I the operation going forward on your children succeed to your wishes. Adieu, dear Sir, and lieve me, ever yours,

T. G

This letter is to yourself only; our best Mas I suppose you know, is in town, and in wait Do you know any thing of Stonehewer? pray sire Mason to repeat an Epigram to you.

ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.' Progress of Poetry, iii. 1. v. 91. But Akenside, in his Ode on Lyric Poetry, p. 34: "Wh I so late unlock thy purer springs." In Pleasures of Im gination (Book I.) "I unlock the springs of ancient Wisdom

* See Critical Review, vol. vii. p. 31.

which is excellent) as much a character o own, as any other person. I am charmed wit priestly pride and obstinacy, when, after all they resolve to confront the Roman genera spit in his face. But now I am going to te what touches me most from the beginning. first opening is greatly improved: the curios Didius is now a very natural reason for dw on each particular of the scene before him; 1 the description at all too long. I am glad to the two young men are Cartismandua's sons. interest me far more. I love people of condi They were men before that nobody knew: could not make them a bow if one had met t at a public place.

I always admired that interruption of the Dru to Evelina, Peace, virgin, peace, &c. and chi the abstract idea personified (to use the words a critic) at the end of it. That of Caractac Would save my Queen, &c. and still more that know it, reverend Fathers, 'tis Heav'n's high wi &c. to I've done, begin the rites! This latter exemplary for the expression (always the gre point with me); I do not mean by expression, t mere choice of words, but the whole dress, fashion and arrangement of a thought. Here, in part cular, it is the brokenness, the ungrammatical po sition, the total subversion of the period that charm me. All that ushers in the incantation from Tr we yet, what holiness can do, I am delighted with