Ohe! amicule noster, et unde, sodes tu μovσoπαTaxTos adeo repente evasisti? jam te rogitaturum credo. Nescio, hercle, sic plane habet. Quicquid enim nugarum επι σχολης inter ambulandum in palimpsesto scriptitavi, hisce te maxime impertiri visum est, quippe quem probare, quod meum est, aut certe ignoscere solitum probe novi: bonâ tuâ veniâ sit si forte videar in fine subtristior; nam risui jamdudum salutem dixi: etiam paulo mæstitiæ studiosiorem factum scias, promptumque, Καινοις παλαια δακρύοις στενειν κακα. O lachrymarum fons, tenero sacros Sed de me satis. Cura ut valeas. Jun. 1738. XV. FROM MR. WEST. I RETURN you a thousand thanks for your elegant ode, and wish you every joy you wish yourself in it. -But, take my word for it, you will never spend so agreeable a day here as you describe: alas! the sun with us only rises to show us the way to Westminster-Hall -Nor must I forget thanking you for your little Alcaic fragment. The optic Naiads are infinitely obliged to you. I was last week at Richmond Lodge, with Mr. Walpole, for two days, and dined with * Cardinal Sir Robert Walpole, Fleury; as far as my short sight can go, the character of his great art and penetration is very just, he is indeed Nulli penetrabilis astro. I go to-morrow to Epsom, where I shall be for about a month. Excuse me, I am in haste,* but believe me always, &c. August 29, 1738. XVI. TO MR. WALPOLE. My dear sir, I should say + Mr. Inspector General of the Exports and Imports; but that appellation would make but an odd figure in conjunction with the three familiar monosyllables above written, for Non bene conveniunt nec in unâ sede morantur Which is, being interpreted, Love does not live at the Custom-house; however, by what style, title, or denomination soever you choose to be dignified or Mr. West seems to have been, indeed, in haste when he writ this letter; else, surely, his fine taste would have led him to have been more profuse in his praise of the Alcaic fragment. He might (I think) have said, without paying too extravagant a compliment to Mr. Gray's genius, that no poet of the Augustan age ever produced four more perfect lines, or what would sooner impose upon the best critic, as being a genuine ancient composition. † Mr. Walpole was just named to that post, which he exchanged soon after for that of Usher of the Exchequer. distinguished hereafter, these three words will stick by you like a bur, and you can no more get quit of these and your christian name than St. Anthony could of his pig. My motions at present (which you are pleased to ask after) are much like those of a pendulum or (* Dr. Longically speaking) oscillatory. I swing from chapel or hall home, or from home to chapel or hall. All the strange incidents that happen in my journeys and returns I shall be sure to acquaint you with; the most wonderful is, that it now rains exceedingly, this has refreshed the + prospect, as the way for the most part lies between green fields on either hand, terminated with buildings at some distance, castles, I presume, and of great antiquity. The roads are very good, being, as I suspect, the works of Julius Cæsar's army, for they still preserve, in many places, the appearance of a pavement in pretty good repair, and, if they were not so near home, might perhaps be as much admired as the Via Appia; there are at present several rivulets to be crossed, and which serve to enliven the view all around. The country is exceeding fruitful in ravens and such black cattle; but, not to tire you with my travels, I abruptly conclude. Yours, &c. August, 1738. * Dr. Long, the master of Pembroke-Hall, at this time read lectures in experimental philosophy. All that follows is a humorously hyperbolic description of the quadrangle of Peter-House. XVII. TO MR. WEST. I AM coming away all so fast, and leaving behind me, without the least remorse, all the beauties of Sturbridge Fair. Its white bears may roar, its apes may wring their hands, and crocodiles cry their eyes out, all's one for that; I shall not once visit them, nor so much as take my leave. The university has published a severe edict against schismatical congregations, and created half a dozen new little procterlings to see its orders executed, being under mighty apprehensions lest * Henley and his gilt tub should come to the fair and seduce their young ones but their pains are to small purpose, for lo, after all, he is not coming. I am at this instant in the very agonies of leaving college, and would not wish the worst of my enemies a worse situation. If you knew the dust, the old boxes, the bedsteads, and tutors that are about my ears, you would look upon this letter as a great effort of my resolution and unconcernedness in the midst of evils. I fill up my paper with a loose sort of version of that scene in Pastor Fido that begins, Care selve beati.† Sept. 1738. * Orator Henley. + This Latin version is extremely elegiac, but as it is only a version I do not insert it. |