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that I know, may yet remember you and me, but I never hear of it. The Dean is well; I have had many accounts of him from Iris, Evidence, but only two Letters these four months, in both which you are mentioned kindly: He is in the North of Ireland, doing I know not what with I know not whom. Cleland always speaks of you: he is at Timbridge, wondring at the superior Carnivoracity of the Dr. He plays now with the old Duchess of M_, nay dines with her, after she has won all his money. Other News know I not, but That Counfellor Bickford has hurt himself, and has the strangest walking-staff I ever Saw. He intends speedily to make vifit at Amesbury. I am my Lord Duke's, my Lady Duchess's, Mr. Dormer's, General Dormer's, and

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Sept. 11, 1730.
Dear Sir,
May with great Truth return your

Speech, that I think of you daily ; oftner indeed than is confiftent with the character of a reasonable man; who is Tather to make himself easy with the things and men that are about him, than uneasy

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with those which are not.
whose Absence is in a manner perpetual
to me, ought rather to be remembred as a
good man gone, than breathed after as one
living. You are taken from us here, to
be laid up in a niore blessed state with
Spirits of a higher kind: such I reckon his
Grace and her Grace, since their Banish-
ment from an earthly Court to an heavenly
one, in each other and their friends; for
I conclude none but true friends will con-
fort or associate with them afterwards. I
can't but look upon myself (so unworthy
as a man of Twitnam seems to be rank'd
with such rectify'd and sublimated Beings
as you as a separated Spirit too from
Courts and Courtly Fopperies. But I own,
not altogether so divested of terrene Mat-
ter, nor altogether so spiritualized, as to
be worthy admission to your Depths of
Retirement and Contentment. Iam tugg'd
back to the world and its regards too often;
and no wonder, when my retreat is buc
ten miles from the Capital. I am within
Ear-shot of Reports, within the Vortex of
Lyes and Censures. I hear sometimes of
the Lampooners of Beauty, the Calumni-
ators of Virtue, the Jokers at Reason and
Religion. I presume these are creatures
and things as unknown to you, as we of
this dirty Orb are to the Inhabitants of the

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Planet Jupiter: Except a few fervent prayers reach you on the wings of the post, from two or three of your zealous Votaries at this distance; as one Mrs. Howard, who lifts up her heart now and then to you, from the midst of the Colluvies and Sink of Human Greatness at W-8: One Mrs. B. that fancies you may remember her while you liv'd in your mortal and tno tranfitory State at Petersham: One Lord B. who admir'd the Duchess before the grew quite a Goddess, and a few others.

: To defcend now to tell you what are our Wants, our Complaints, and our Miferies here; I must seriously fay, the Lofs of any one Good woman is too great to be born easily: and poor Mrs. Rollinfon, tho a private woman, was such. Her Husband is gone into Oxfordshire very melancholy, and thence to the Bath, to live on, for luch is our Fate, and Duty. Adieu. Write to me as ofcen as you will, and (to encourage you) I will write as feldom as if you did not Believe me


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LI: 11

11.19 i ühis

31:31. Oft. 1, 1730. - Dear Sir,

1979. inter AM something like the Sun at this Sea

meaning it mighty well, and resolving to shine whenever I can again... But I fear the Clouds of a long Winter will overcome me to such a degree, that any body will take a farthing-candle for a better Guide, and more serviceable companionit My Friends may remember my brighier days, but will think (like the Irishmun) that the Moon is a better thing when once I ant gone. I don't fay this with


allufion to my Poetical capacity as a Son of Apollo, but in my Companionable one, (if you'll suffer me to use a phrase of the Earl of Clarendon's) For I Mall fee or be seen of few of you, this winter. I am grown too faint to do any good, or to give any pleasure. I not only, as Dryden fairly says, Feel my Notes decuy, as a Poet; but feel my. Spirits flag as a Companion, and shall rem curn again to where I first began, my Books. I have been putting my Library in order, and enlarging the Chimney in it, with equal intention to warm my Mind and Body (if I can) to fome Life. A Friend,

(a Woman-friend, God help me !) with whom I have spent three or four hours a day these fifteen years, advised me to pass more time in my studies : I reflected, she must have found some Reason for this admonition, and concluded she wou'd compleat all her kindnesses to me by returning me to the Employment I am fittest for ; Conversation with the dead, the old, and the worm-eaten.

Judge therefore if I might not treat you as a Beatify'd Spirit, comparing your life with my stupid state. For as to my living at Windsor with Ladies, &c. it is all a dream ; I was there but two nights and all the day out of that company. I shall certainly make as little Court to others, as they do to me; and that will be none at all. My Fair-Weather-Friends of the Summer are going away for London, and I shall see Them and the Butterflies together, if I live till next Year; which I would not desire to do, if it were only for their sakes. But we that are writers, ought to love Posterity, that Posterity may love us ; and I would willingly live to see the Children of the present Race, meerly in hope they may be a little wiser than their parents.

I am, &c.

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