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attempt at an English vineyard; the vines are planted on terraces one above another. Another day's excursion was to the Needles; we walked to the very point, the toe of the island: the seagulls were flying about the rock like bees from a hive, and little fleets of puffins with their black heads in the water. Allum bay looks like a wall of marble veined with different colours. The freshness of the sea air, and the beauty of the smooth turf of the downs on which we rode or walked, was inexpressibly pleasing. The next day we visited the north side of the island, richly wooded down to the water's edge, and rode home over a high down with the sea on both sides and a rich country between ; the corn beginning to acquire the tinge of harvest time. In short, I do believe that if Buonaparte were to see the isle of Wight, he would think it a very pretty appanage for some third or fourth cousin, and would make him king of it—if he could get it.

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Stoke Newington, Oct. 1822. MY DEAR MRs. CARR, I THINK I never was so long without seeing you since we were acquainted. May I hope that it will not be much longer? I want to know of the health and welfare of every individual of you * - - - - - - My love to your young ladies; tell them

I am sorry they must wait to be married till Parliament meets again; but every body says it is the most difficult thing in the world. Dr. y indeed, has accomplished it in spite of obstacles; but he is a man of energy and perseverance. Englishmen are said to love their laws;–that is the reason, I suppose, they give us so many of them, and in different editions.

LETTERS TO MRS. SMITH.

DEAR MADAM, Stoke Newington, Feb. 26, 1803. It would have given me great pleasure to have been among those friends who crowd about

you to congratulate your arrival again on English ground; but the distance,—first the severity of the weather, and then indisposition consequent upon it, prevent my having that pleasure. I cannot content myself, however, without writing a line to welcome you all home. We hear you have been very much pleased with Paris, which indeed was to be expected. The canvass people and the marble people must be sufficient to make a rich voyage of it, even if the French people had not opened their mouths....... We are apt to accuse some of you

travellers of bringing us over an influenza from Paris, softened indeed in passing over the Channel, but severe enough to set us all a-coughing. We try to amuse ourselves, however, with reading; and among other things have been greatly amused and interested with Hayley's Life of Cowper, which I would much advise you to read if it comes in your

way. Hayley, indeed, has very little merit in it, for it is a collection of letters with a very slender thread of biography; but many of the letters are charming, particularly to his relation Lady Hesketh; and there is one poem to his Mary, absolutely the most pathetic piece that ever was written. We have also read, as I suppose you have done, Madame de Stael's Delphine. Her

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has more of Rousseau than any author that has appeared for a long time. I suppose you have heard, it canvassed and criticized at Paris. .....

DEAR MADAM, Stoke Newington, Jan. 7, 1806. I think there is a spell against our profiting by your kind invitations.

kind invitations. The occasion on which you now ask us to Parndon is a very interesting one, and we should have had great pleasure in keeping with you your silver feast, as the Germans call it when a couple have lived happily a quarter of a century together. But at present it is impossible...

It is perhaps after all as well for me that there is a circumstance which imperiously says “You cannot go;" because, apart from that consideration, if I were tempted by my inclination, a violent cold which I have upon me would, I fear, make me unequal to a winter journey. Meantime

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heart is with you, and Mr. Barbauld's, and most cor

dially do we join in congratulations and wishes that the latter half of your lives may be as happy as the former; for more I think it cannot be, as you seem to me to have all the ingredients, external and internal, of which that precious compound happiness is composed; for a compound I maintain it to be, and of a vast many ingredients too, begging Mr. Harris's pardon, whose dialogue on the subject I read at sixteen with great edification. But your happiness may be multiplied, however, as your numerous family spreads abroad into the world, and you have the pleasure of seeing them acquire for themselves in their own families, that esteem and consideration which they now derive from yours. May this and every succeeding year increase your satisfaction in them,

and find and leave you both happy! &c. &c.

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