ERRATA.

Page 73. for the king and fifty fiddlers, fiddlers solus; read the king, and fifty fiddlers solus.

for Grand Chartreuse, read Grande Chartreuse.

75. for Tribia, read Trebia

108. The signature T. Gray, should come before the Editor's note.

252. for new scholars, read mere scholars.

345. for a fe winter months, read a few winter months.

368. for exults in landscape, read excels in landscape.

371. for je m'y pers, read je m'y perd.

385. for Mr. Broom, read Mr. Brown,

GRAY'S LETTERS.

SECTION THE FIRST.

LETTER I.

MR. WEST TO MR. GRAY.

YOU use me very cruelly: You have sent me but one letter since I have been at Oxford, and that too agreeable not to make me sensible how great my loss is in not having more. Next to seeing you is the pleasure of seeing your hand-writing; next to hearing you is the pleasure of hearing from you. Really and sincerely I wonder at you, that you thought it not worth while to answer my last letter. I hope this will have better success in behalf of your quondam school-fellow; in behalf of one who has walked hand in hand with you, like the two children in the wood,

Thro' many a flow'ry path and shelly grot,
Where learning lull'd us in her private* maze.

* This expression prettily distinguishes their studies when out of the public school, which would naturally, at their age, be vague and desultory.-Mason.

The very thought, you see, tips my pen with poetry, and brings Eton to my view. Consider me very seriously here in a strange country, inhabited by things that call themselves Doctors and Masters of Arts; a country flowing with syllogisms and ale, where Horace and Virgil are equally unknown; consider me, I say, in this melancholy light, and then think if something be not due to

Yours.

Christ Church, Nov. 14, 1735.

P. S. I desire you will send me soon, and truly and positively,* a history of your own time.

LETTER II.

MR. GRAY TO MR. WEST.

PERMIT me again to write to you, though I have so long neglected my duty, and forgive my brevity, when I tell you it is occasioned wholly by the hurry I am in to get to a place where I expect to meet with no other pleasure than the sight of you; for I am preparing for London in a few days at furthest. I do not wonder in the least at your frequent blaming my indolence, it ought rather to be called ingratitude, and I am obliged to your goodness for softening

* Alluding to his grandfather, Bishop Burnet's history.

so harsh an appellation. When we meet it will, however, be my greatest of pleasures to know what you do, what you read, and how you spend your time, &c. &c. and to tell you what I do not read, and how I do not, &c. for almost all the employment of my hours may be best explained by negatives; take my word and experience upon it, doing nothing is a most amusing business; and yet neither something nor nothing gives me any pleasure. When you have seen one of my days, you have seen a whole year of my life; they go round and round like the blind horse in the mill, only he has the satisfaction of fancying he makes a progress and gets some ground; my eyes are open enough to see the same dull prospect, and to know that having made four-and-twenty steps more, I shall be just where I was; I may, better than most people, say my life is but a span, were I not afraid lest you should not believe that a person so short-lived could write even so long a letter as this; in short, I believe I must not send you the history of my own time, till I can send you that also of the reformation *. However, as the most undeserving people in the world must sure have the vanity to wish somebody had a regard for them, so I need not wonder at my own, in being pleased that you care about me. You need not doubt, therefore, of having a first row in the front box of my little heart, and I believe you are not in danger of being crowded there; it is asking you to an old play, indeed, but you will be candid enough to excuse the whole piece for the sake of a few tolerable lines.

For this little while past. I have been playing with Statius; we yesterday had a game at quoits together; you will easily forgive me for having broke his head, as you have a little

* Carrying on the allusion to the other history written by Mr. West's grandfather.-Mason.