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Paper to you, and to tell you (what there fort of People never tell but with Truth, and religious Sincerity) that I am, and ever will be,
HE fame reason that hinderd your Writing,
hinder'd mine; the pleasing expectation to see you in Town. Indeed since the willing Confinement I have lain under here with my Myther, (whom it is natural and reasonable I should rejoice with as well as grieve) I could the better bear your abfence from London, for I could hardly have seen you there; and it would not have been quite reasonable to have drawn you to a fick Room hither from the first Embraces of your Friends. My Mother is now (I thank God) wonderfully recovered, tho' not so much as yet to venture out of her Chamber, yet enough to enjoy a few particular Friends, when they have the good Nature to look upon her. I may recommend to you 'the Room we fit in, upon one (and that a favourite) Account, that it is the very warmeft in the House : We and our Fires will equally smile upon your Face. There is a Persian Proverb that says, I think very prettily, The Conversation of a Friend brightens this Eyes. This I take to be a Splendor still more
agreeable than the Fires you fo delightfully defcribe,
That you may long enjoy your own Fire-fide, in the metaphorical Sense, that is, all those of your Family who make it pleasing to fit and spend whole Wintry Months together, (a far more rational Delight, and better felt by an honest Heart, than all the glaring Entertainments, numerous Lights, and false Splendors, of an Assembly of empty Heads, aching Hearts, and false Faces) This is my fincere Wish
to you and your's. You say you propose much Pleasure in seeing fome few Faces about Town of my Acquaintance, I guess you mean Mrs Howard's and Mrs Blount sa And I assure you, you ought to take as much Pleasure in their Hearts, if they are what they sometimes express with regard to you.
Believe me, dear Sir, to you all a very faithfull Şervant.
To the same.
Lear Sir, I Was upon the point of taking a much greater
Journey than to Bermudas, even to that undir covered Country, from whose Bourn no. Traveller returns!
A Fever carry'd me on the high Gallop towards it for fix or seven days But here you have me now, and that's all í shall fay of it. Since which
time an impertinent Lameness kept me at home twice as long; as if Fate should say (after the other dangerous Illness) “ You shall neither go into the “ other World, nor any where you like in " this.” Else who knows but I had been at Hom-lacy?
I conspire in your Sentiments, emulate your Pleasures, wish for your Company. You are all of one Heart and one Soul, as was said of the Primitive Christians. 'Tis like the Kingdom of the Just upon Earth; not a wicked Wretch to interrupt you; but a Set of try'd, experienc'd Friends, and fellow Comforters, who have seen Evil Men and Evil Days, and have, by a superior Rectitude of Heart, set yourselves above them, and reap your Reward. Why will you ever, of your own accord, end such a Millenary Year in London ? transmigrate (if I may so call it) into other Creatures, in that Scene of folly Militant, when you may reign for ever at Hom-lacy in Sense and Rea. fon Triumphant? I appeal to a third Lady in your Family, whom I take to be the most Innocent, and the least warp'd by idle Fashion and Custom, of you all ; I appeal to Her, if you are not every Soul of you better People, better Companions, and happier, where you are? I defire her Opinion under her Hand in your next Letter, I mean Miss Scudamore's ft. I'm confident if she would, or durft speak her Sense, and employ that Reasoning which God has given her, to infuse more thoughtfulness into you all; those Arguments could not fail to put you to the blush, and keep you out of Town, like People sensible of your own Felicities. I am not without hopes, if She can
tt Afterwards Duchess of Beaufort. At this time about twelve Years old.
detain a Parliament-Man and á Lady of Quality from the World one Winter, that I may come upon you with such irresistable Arguments another Year, as may carry you all with me to Bermudas, 4 the Seat of all Earthly Happiness, and the new Jerusalem of the Righteous.
Don't talk of the decay of the Year: the Season is good where the People are fo. 'Tis the best Time of the Year for a Painter: there is more Variety of Colours in the Leaves, the Prospects begin to open, thro' the thinner Woods, over the Vallies, and thro' the high Canopies of Trees to the higher Arch of Heaven. The Dews of the Morning impearl every Thorn, and scatter Diamonds on the verdant Mantle of the Earth. The Frosts are fresh and wholesome: What wou'd ye have? The Moon shines too, tho' not for Lovers these cold Nights, but for Astronomers.
· Have ye not Reflecting Telescopes *, whereby ye may innocently magnify her Špots and Blemishes ? Content yourselves with them, and do not come to a place where your own Eyes become Reflecting Telescopes, and where those of all others are equal ly such upon their Neighbours. Stay you, at least, (for what I've faid before relates only to the Ladies, don't imagine I'll write about any Eyes but theirs) Stay, I say, from that idle, busy-looking Sanhedrin, where iVisdom or No Wisdom is the Eternal Debate, not (as it lately was in Ireland) an Accidental one.
If after all, you will defpise good Advice, and resolve to come to London ; here you
will find me,
† About this time the-Rev. Dean Berkeley conceived his Project of erecting a Settlement in Bermudas for the Propagation of the Chriftian Faith, and of Sciences, in America. These Instruments were just then brought to perfection.
doing juft the things I should not, living where I fhould not, and as worldly, as idle; in a Word, as much an Anti-Bermudanist as any body. Dear Sir, make the Ladies know. I am their Servant, you know I am
To the fame.
August 12. I
Have been above a Month strolling about in
Buckinghamshire and Oxfordshire, from Garden to Garden, but still returning to Lord Cobham's with fresh Satisfaction. I should be forry to see my Lady Scudamore's, till it has had the full advantage of Lord Bathurst's Improvements ; and then I will expect fomething like the waters of Riskins, and the Woods of Oakley together, which (without fattery) would be at least as good as any thing in our World: For as to the hanging Gardens of Babylon, the Paradise of Cyrus, and the Sharawaggis of China, I have little or no Ideas of 'em ; but I dare say Lord B-t has, because they were certainly both very Great, and very Wild. I hope Mrs Mary Digby is quite tired of his Lordship’s Extravagante Bergerie ; and that she is just now sitting, or rather inclining, on a Bank, fatigued with over much Dancing and Singing at his uniwearied Request and Instigation. I know your love of Ease lo well, that you might be in danger