you on such a subject, but what I knew your mind to be already stored with. Indeed the application of comfort in such cases, is a nice business, and perhaps when best managed, might as well be let alone. I remember reading many years ago, a long treatise on the subject of consolation, written in French, the author's name I forgot, but I wrote these words in the margin.-Special consolation! at least for a Frenchman, who is a creature the most easily comforted of any in the world!

We are as happy in Lady Austen, and she in us, as ever—having a lively imagination, and being passionately desirous' of consolidating all into one family (for she has taken her leave of London) she has just sprung a project which serves, at least, to amuse us, and to make us laugh-it is to hire Mr. Small's house, on the top of Clifton-hill, which is large, commodious, and handsome, will hold us conveniently, and any friends who may occasionally fa vour us with a visit the house is furnished, but, if it can be hired without the furniture; will let for a trifle- -your sentiments if you please upon this

demarche!

I send you my last frank-our best love attends you individually, and altogether. I give you

joy of a happy change in the season, and myself also. I have filled four sides in less time than two would have cost me a week ago--such is the effect of sunshine upon such a butterfly as I am.

Entertaining some hope, that

Mr. Newton's next Letter would furnish me with the means of satisfying your enquiry on the subject of Doctor Johnson's opinion, I have 'till now delayed my answer to your last; but the information is not yet come, Mr. Newton having intermitted a week more than usual, since his last writing. When I receive it, favourable or not, it shall be communicated to you; but I am not over sanguine in my expectations from that quarter. Very learned, and very critical heads, are hard to please. He may perhaps treat

me with lenity for the sake of the subject and design, but the composition, I think, will hardly escape his

censure.

But though all doctors may not be of the same mind, there is one doctor at least, whom I have lately discovered, my professed admirer. He too like Johnson, was with difficulty persuaded to read, having an aversion to all poetry, except the Night-Thoughts, which on a certain occasion, when being confined on board a ship, he had no other employment, he got by heart. He was however prevailed upon, and read me several times over, so that if my volume had sailed with him, instead of Doctor Young's, I perhaps might have occupied that shelf in his memory, which he then allotted to the Doctor. It is a sort of paradox, but it is true : We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure, than when we seem to be most in danger. Both sides of this apparent contradiction were lately verified in my experience

-passing from. the green-house to the barn, I saw three kittens (for we have so many in our retinue) looking with fixt attention on something, which lay on the threshold of a door nailed up. I took but little notice of them at first, but a loud hiss engaged me to attend more closely, when behold-a viper! the

largest that I remember to have seen, rearing itself, darting its forked tongue, and ejaculating the aforesaid hiss at the nose of a kitten, almost in contact with his lips. I ran into the hall for a hoe with a long handle, with which I intended to assail him, and returning in a few seconds missed him he was gone, and I feared had escaped me. Still however the kitten sat watching immoveably on the same spot. I concluded therefore, that sliding between the door and the threshold, he had found his way out of the garden into the yard.—I went round immediately, and there found him in close conversation with the old cat, whose curiosity being excited by so novel an appearance, inclined her to pat his head repeatedly with her fore-foot, with her claws however sheathed, and not in anger, but in the way of philosophic enquiry and examination. To prevent her falling a victim to so laudable an exercise of her talents, I interposed in a moment with the hoe, and performed upon him an act of decapitation, which though not immediately mortal, proved so in the end. Had he slid into the passages, where it is dark, or had he, when in the yard, met with no interruption from the cat, and secreted himself in any of the out houses, it is hardly possible

but that some of the family must have been bitten; he might have been trodden upon without being perceived, and have slipped away before the sufferer could have distinguished what foe had wounded him. Three years ago we discovered one in the same place, which the barber slew with a trowel.

matter.

Our proposed removal to Mr. Small's, was, as you may suppose, a jest, or rather a joco-serious We never looked upon it as entirely feasible, yet we saw in it something so like practicability, that we did not esteem it altogether unworthy of our attention. It was one of those projects, which people of lively imaginations play with, and admire for a few days, and then break in pieces. Lady Austen returned on Thursday from London, where she spent the last fortnight, and whither she was called by an unexpected opportunity to dispose of the remainder of her lease. She has therefore no longer any connexion with the great city, and no house but at Olney. Her abode is to be at the vicarage, where she has hired as much room as she wants, which she will embellish with her own furniture, and which she will occupy as soon as the minister's wife has produced another child, which is expected to make its entry in October.

Mr. Bull, a dissenting minister of Newport, a