of; and while we acknowledge the severities of the law to be founded upon principles of necessity and justice, and are glad that there is such a barrier provided for the peace of society, if we consider that the difference between ourselves and the culprit, is not of our own making, we shall be, as you are, tenderly affected by the view of his misery; and not the less so, because he has brought it upon himself.

I give you joy of your own hair, no doubt you are considerably a gainer in your appearance, by being disperiwigged. The best wig is that, which most resembles the natural hair. Why then should he, who has hair enough of his own, have recourse to imitation? I have little doubt, but that if an arm or leg, could have been taken off, with as little pain as attends the amputation of a curl or a lock of hair, the natural limb would have been thought less becoming, or less convenient, by some men, than a wooden one, and have been disposed of accordingly.

Having begun my Letter with a miserable pen, I was unwilling to change it for a better, lest my writing should not be all of a piece, But it has worn me and my patience quite out.

Yours ever,

W. C.

LETTER LXXXII.

To the Revd. JOHN NEWTON.

MY VERY DEAR FRIEND,

July 12, 1781.

I am going to send,

what when you have read, you may scratch your head, and say, I suppose, there's nobody knows, whether what I have got, be verse or not;-by the tune and the time, it ought to be rhyme, but if it be, did you ever see, of late or of yore, such a ditty before?

I have writ Charity, not for popularity, but as well as I cou'd, in hopes to do good; and if the Reviewer, should say "to be sure, the gentleman's muse, "wears Methodist shoes, you may know by her pace, " and talk about grace, that she and her bard, have "little regard, for the taste and fashions, and ruling

passions, and hoydening play, of the modern day; "and though she assume, a borrowed plume, and now " and then wear, a tittering air, tis only her plan, "to catch if she can, the giddy and gay, as they go "that way, by a production, on a new construction: "she has baited her trap, in hopes to snap, all that "may come, with a sugar-plum."- -His opinion

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in this will not be amiss; 'tis what I intend, my principal end, and if I succeed, and folks should read, 'till a few are brought to a serious thought, I shall think I am paid, for all I have said, and all I have done, though I have run, many a time, after a rhyme, as far as from hence, to the end of my sense, and by hook or crook, write another book, if I live and am here, another year.

I have heard before, of a room with a floor, laid upon springs, and such like things, with so much art, in every part, that when you went in, you was forced to begin a minuet pace, with an air and a grace, swimming about, now in, and now out, with a deal of state, in a figure of eight, without pipe or string, or any such thing; and now I have writ, in a rhyming fit, what will make you dance, and as you advance, will keep you still, though against your will, dancing away, alert and gay, 'till you come to an end of what I have penn'd, which that you may do, ere Madam and you, are quite worn out, with jigging about, I take my leave, and here you receive, a bow profound, down to the ground, from your humble me

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LETTER LXXXIII.

To the Revd. WILLIAM UNWIN.

Oct. 6, 1781.

MY DEAR FRIEND,

What a world are you

daily conversant with, which I have not seen these twenty years, and shall never see again! The arts of dissipation (I suppose) are no where practised with more refinement, or success, than at the place of your present residence. By your account of it, it seems to be just what it was when I visited it, a scene of idleness and luxury, music, dancing, cards, walking, riding, bathing, eating, drinking, coffee, tea, scandal, dressing, yawning, sleeping, the rooms perhaps more magnificent, because the proprietors are grown richer, but the manners and occupations of the company just the same. Though my life has long been like that of a recluse, I have not the temper of one, nor am I in the least an enemy to cheerfulness and good-humour; but I cannot envy you your situation; I even feel myself constrained to prefer the silence of this nook, and the snug fire-side in our own diminutive parlour, to all the splendour and gaiety of Brighton.

You ask me, how I feel on the occasion of my approachig publication? Perfectly at my easé. If I had not been pretty well assured before hand, that my tranquility would be but little endangered by such a measure, I would never have engaged in it; for I cannot bear disturbance. I have had in view two principal objects; first, to amuse myself—and secondly, to compass that point in such a manner, that others might possibly be the better for my amusement. If I have succeeded, it will give me pleasure, but if I have failed, I shall not be mortified to the degree that might perhaps be expected. I remember an old adage (though not where it is to be found) « bene vixit, qui bene latuit,” and if I had recollected it at the right time, it should have been the motto to book. By the my it will make an excellent one way, for Retirement, if you can but tell me whom to quote for it. The critics cannot deprive me of the pleasure I have in reflecting, that so far as my leisure has been employed in writing for the public, it has been conscientiously employed, and with a view to their advantage. There is nothing agreeable, to be sure, in being chronicled for a dunce; but I believe, there lives not a man upon earth, who would be less af