30 Faraday, Correspondence of Lieut. -Col. Philips. 



brace of which I got from them, and Mrs. Cable & Sarah have coiUriv'd to 

 stuff them into two Pots along with Spices, Butter Ac kc. Yesterday 

 Lewthwaite had a whole day of Shooting. He brought home two Brace of 

 Golden Plover, a Partridge, a Snipe, & a fine Rail. These I wou'd have 

 ventured in their feathers along with the Moor Game but the Wind is come 

 to the Southward this morning, and I am afraid Quayle will have a long 

 Pa'Jsage. However, upon second thoughts, I will send a Brace of Plover 

 and the Land-Rail ; these, if pack'd in Straw, cannot harm the INIoor and 

 their feathers may be of use in fishing. 



And now to return to friend Banks's day's work. He return'd in the 

 Evening, with a small Rock-Cod which I gave him sixpence for, and a few 

 Bollans ; these were the joint produce of himself & one of his best Playmakers. 

 He is, indeed, a choice fellow. I asked him the other day what he was 

 going to do that day ? " Indeed, says he, " there is no day lost here." If 

 they are not lost I wonder what the devil he does with them. I fancy your 

 friend Wakefield wou'd think his days lost were he to spend them like 

 my Landlord. 



The next lettei" (dated Sept. nth) refers to the death 

 of Wright, the painter, of Derby : — 



The weather has been miserable ever since you left us. No Fish on 

 the Coast, but most enormous long faces on shore. We certainly shall all 

 be ruin'd, but that, you'll say, is a trifle, for if the whole Island was sunk it 

 would be so much clear gain to England. 



With regard to Banks, I must inform you that he finish'd his Hay 

 Harvest last Saturday ; having begun it three Weeks before you left the 

 Hague. He told me, the other day, " Indeed everything is trouble." He 

 meant about a farm ; for he certainly delights to go upon the Crab, and the 

 Coa. 



Alas ! poor Wright ! I have just been reading in Gore's Liverpool 

 paper, the account of his death, drawn up, I believe, by you. I can say ail 

 impartinl people will think the account perfectly fair. That he was the first 

 of English Painters I mo.et sincerely believe. Apropos! did not you say 

 you wou'd send a print of his Dead Soldier to Taubman ? You cou'd not 

 send him a handsomer, or more proper, present. 



I have always suspected that I was not cut out for a conjuror. In my 

 last essays I have had very bad luck. I have spoiled a whole Well of water 

 opposite our door with that damn'd vile liquid Phosphorous ; and almost 

 blinded myself with those rascally Prince Ruperts Drops, and what is worse 

 I have frightened Noljody but myself. 



The Herring is, of course, in most minds, inevitably 

 associated with the Isle of Man, and even so long ago as 

 the end of the last century, was a favourite subject for 

 jesting ; the Manx, however, found in the fishery the 



