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Sept. 25th, 1750. OU have, as I find by every kind of evidence,

loft an excellent mother; and I hope you will not think me incapable of partaking of your grief. I have a mother, now eighty-two years


age, whom, therefore, I must soon lose, unless it please God that the rather should mourn for me. I read the letters in which you relate your mother's death to Mrs. Strahan, and think I do myself honour, when I tell you, that I read them with tears ; but tears are neither to you, nor to me, of any further use, when once the tribute of nature has been paid. The business of life summons us away from useless grief, and calls us to the exercise of those virtues of which we are lamenting our deprivation.

The greatest benefit which one friend can confer upon another, is to guard, and excite, and elevate his virtues. This your mother will still perform, if you diligently preserve the memory of her life, and of her death : a life, so far as I can learn, useful, wise, and innocent; and a death resigned, peaceful,


and holy. I cannot forbear to mention, that neither reason nor revelation denies you to hope, that you may increase her happiness by obeying her precepts ; and that she may, in her present state, look' with pleasure upon every act of virtue, to which her instructions or example have contributed. Whether this be more than a pleasing dream, or a just opinion of separate spirits, is, indeed, of no great importance to us, when we confider ourselves as acting under the eye of God: yet, surely, there is something pleasing in the belief, that our feparation from those, whom we love, is merely corporeal ; and it may be a great incitement to virtuous friendship, if it can be made probable, that that union, which has received the divine approbation, shall continue to eternity. There is one expedient, by which you may,

in fome degree, continue her presence. If you write down minutely what you remember of her from your earliest years, you will read it with great pleasure, and receive from it many hints of foothing recollection, when time shall remove her yet farther from you, and your grief shall be matured to veneration. To this, howeyer painful for the present, I cannot but advise you, as to a source of comfort and satisfaction, in the time to come; for all comfort and all satisfact tion is fincerely wished you by,

Your most obliged, most obedient,

And most humble servant,




London, Aug. 13, 1765. If you have really so good an opinion of me as you

express, it will not be necessary to inform you, how unwillingly I miss the opportunity of coming to Brighthelmstone in Mr, Thrale's company; or, since I cannot do what I wish first, how eagerly I shall catch the second degree of pleasure, by coming to you and him, as soon as I can dismiss my work from

my hands.

I am afraid to make promises even to myself.; but I hope that the week after the next will be the end of my present business. When business is done, what remains but pleasure? and where should pleasure be sought, but under Mrs. Thrale's influence ?

Do not blame me for a delay by which I must fuffer fo much, and by which I suffer alone. If you cannot think I am good, pray think I am mending, and that in time I may deserve to be, dear Madam,

Jour, &c.

LETTER III. To the Same.


Lichfield, July 20, 1767. THOUGH I have been away fo much longer than

I purposed or expeeted, I have found nothing that withdraws my affections from the friends whom I left behind, or which makes me less desirous of reposing at that place which your kindness and Mr. Thrale's allows me to call my home.

Miss Lucy * is more kind and civil than I expected, and has raised my esteem by many excellencies very noble and resplendent, though a little discolour. ed by hoary virginity. Every thing else recals to my remembrance years,

in which I proposed what, I am afraid, I have not done, and promised myself pleasure which I have not found. But complaint can be of no use; and why then should I depress your hopes by my lamentations? I suppose it is the condition of hú. manity to design what never will be done, and to hope what never will be obtained. But among the vain hopes, let me not number the hope which I have, of being long, dear Madam, your, &c.



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Lichfield, August 14, 1769. I SET out on Thursday morning, and found my

companion, to whom I was very much a stranger, more agreeable than I expected. We went cheerfully forward, and passed the night at Coventry. We came in late, and went out early; and therefore I did not fend for my cousin Tom; but I design to make him some amends for the omiffion.

Next day we came early to Lucy, who was, I believe, glad to see us. She had saved her best gooseberries upon the tree for me; and, as Steele says, I was neither too proud nor too wise to gather them. I have rambled a very little inter fontes et Alumina. nota, but I am not yet well. They have cut down

* Miss Lucy Porter, daughter to Dr. Johnson's wife by a former husband,


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