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... Cambridge . Re- marks on the Country 110 .. 111 * 48 . To Ditto . Journey to London 116 49. To Mr. Mason . On his Father's Death 116 * 50 . To Mr. Wharton . On his Choice of a Residence . Esher , Claremont , Payne's Hill , & c . On 118 ...
... Cambridge . Re- marks on the Country 110 .. 111 * 48 . To Ditto . Journey to London 116 49. To Mr. Mason . On his Father's Death 116 * 50 . To Mr. Wharton . On his Choice of a Residence . Esher , Claremont , Payne's Hill , & c . On 118 ...
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... Cambridge by that time if I could . Mr. Walpole has taken a house in Windsor , and I see him usually once a week ; but I think that will hardly detain me be- yond the time I proposed to myself . He is at pre- sent gone to town , to ...
... Cambridge by that time if I could . Mr. Walpole has taken a house in Windsor , and I see him usually once a week ; but I think that will hardly detain me be- yond the time I proposed to myself . He is at pre- sent gone to town , to ...
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... Cambridge , but with intention to come back to town again , whenever you do , if you will let me know the time and place . I readily set Mr. Whd free from all imputations . He is a fine young personage in a coat all over spangles , just ...
... Cambridge , but with intention to come back to town again , whenever you do , if you will let me know the time and place . I readily set Mr. Whd free from all imputations . He is a fine young personage in a coat all over spangles , just ...
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... Cambridge , Oct. 12 , Sunday . T. G. XIII . MR . GRAY TO MR . WHARTON . MY DEAR WHARTON , I WOULD make you an excuse ( as indeed I ought ) if they were a sort of thing I ever gave credit to myself in these cases , but I know they are ...
... Cambridge , Oct. 12 , Sunday . T. G. XIII . MR . GRAY TO MR . WHARTON . MY DEAR WHARTON , I WOULD make you an excuse ( as indeed I ought ) if they were a sort of thing I ever gave credit to myself in these cases , but I know they are ...
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... not being able , would hinder your doing it immediately . Let me know , because otherwise , I have another journey to make to town . Dec. 11 , [ 1746. ] Cambridge . XIV . MR . GRAY TO MR . WHARTON . GRAY'S LETTERS . 25.
... not being able , would hinder your doing it immediately . Let me know , because otherwise , I have another journey to make to town . Dec. 11 , [ 1746. ] Cambridge . XIV . MR . GRAY TO MR . WHARTON . GRAY'S LETTERS . 25.
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