"How smooth these 'kerchiefs, and how sweet, The evening came, the Sun descended, And Puss came into mind no more With hunger pinch'd, and pinch'd for room, Conscious of jeopardy incurr'd. That night, by chance, the Poet watching, Heard an inexplicable scratching, His noble heart went pit-a-pat, And to himself he said—" What's that?" And And doubtful what, with prudent care, At length a voice, which well he knew, Consol'd him, and dispell'd his fears; For 'tis a truth, well known to most, In ev'ry cranny but the right. LL VOL. 1. MORAL MORAL Beware of too sublime a sense LETTER LXXVI. To JOSEPH HILL, Esqr. Nov. 16, 1787. I thank you for the solicitude that you express on the subject of my present studies. The work is undoubtedly long and labourious, but it has an end, and proceeding leisurely, with a due attention to the use of air and exercise, it is possible that I may live to finish it. live to finish it. Assure yourself of one thing, that though to a bystander it may seem an occupation surpassing the powers of a constitution, never very athletic, and, at present, not a little the worse for wear, I can invent for myself no employment that does not exhaust my spirits more. I will not pretend to account for this, I will only say, that it is not the language of pre dilection dilection for a favourite amusement, but that the fact is really so. I have even found that those plaything-avocations which one may execute almost without any attention, fatigue me, and wear me away, while such as engage me much, and attach me closely, are rather serviceable to me than otherwise. W. C. LETTER LXXVII. To Lady HESKeth. The Lodge, Nov. 27, 1787. It is the part of wisdom, my dearest Cousin, to sit down contented under the demands of necessity, because they are such, I am sensible that you cannot, in my Uncle's present infirm state, and of which it is not possible to expect any considerable amendment, indulge either of us, or yourself, with a journey to Weston. Yourself, I say, both because I know it will give you pleasure to see Causidice mi* once more, especially in the comfortable abode where you have placed him, and because after so long an imprisonment in London, you, who love the country, and have a taste for it, would of course be glad to return to it. For my own part, to me it is ever new, and though I have now been an inhabitant of this village a twelvemonth, and have during the half of that time been at liberty to expatiate, and to make discoveries, I am daily finding out fresh scenes and walks, which you would LL 2 * The Apellation which Sir Thomas Hesketh used to give him in jest, when he was of the Temple. would never be satisfied with enjoying-some of them are unapproachable by you either on foot or in your carriage. Had you twenty toes (whereas I suppose you have but ten) you could not reach them; and coach-wheels have never been seen there since the flood. Before it indeed, (as Burnet says, that the earth was then perfectly free from all inequalities in its surface) they might be seen there every day. We have other walks both upon hill tops, and in vallies beneath, some of which by the help of your carriage, and many of them without its help, would be always at your command. On Monday morning last, Sam brought me word that there was a man in the kitchen who desired to speak with me. I ordered him in. A plain, decent, elderly figure made its appearance, and being desired to sit, spoke as follows: "Sir, I am Clerk of the parish of "All-Saints in Northampton; brother of Mr. C. the Upholsterer. It " is customary for the person in my office to annex to a Bill of "Mortality which he publishes at Christmas, a copy of Verses. "You would do me a great favour, Sir, if you would furnish me "with one." To this I replied, "Mr. C. you have several men of genius in your town, why have you not applied to some of "them? There is a namesake of yours in particular, C—, the Statuary, who, every body knows, is a first-rate maker of verses. He surely is the man of all the world for your purpose." "Alas! Sir, "I have heretofore borrowed help from him, but he is a gentle 66 66 66 man |