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me with his best compliments. He is quite reco- 
vered; though he had a fall lately at Holkham, open- 
ing a door by mistake, which led down a flight of 
cellar steps. He told me “it would have made a 
better story, if he had been a jolly wine-bibbing 
bishop ;” but he drinks scarcely more than I do. 
Lady Amelia Hume’s yellow Chrysanthemum in- 
dicum is now in flower, 7ight glorious at my elbow: 
it looks by candle-light of a rose-colour. 
I will send a bit of my Sedum ochroleucum in a 
frank. It will grow. Your devoted 
J. E. Smiru. 
The Bishop of Carlisle to J. £. Smith. 
My dear Sir, Rose Castle, Nov. 23, 1808. 
I had the pleasure of receiving yours of the 17th 
instant yesterday. I am glad now, as I have been 
at all times heretofore, to receive communications 
of your literary difficulties. To begin, then—in 
Greek, for I must talk to you as a Grecian, this 
would be Kai 87 Aeyw oor. Much as I wish for 
peace and forbearance and condescension to men of 
low estate, (and in point of scholarship thus must I 
style Salisbury,—of very low estate,) I must hold 
up both my hands against allowing Salisbury to 
desecrate the name Castalia. To make the name 
of the nymph of the fountain where Apollo and all 
the Muses drank the purest lymph, serve for the 
denomination of a plant inhabiting foul, stagnating, 
foetid water, and that too in a Flora Greca, which 
is to preserve the memorial of all Grecian excel- 
