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From the same. 
My dear Sir, Rose Castle, Oct. 30, 1809. 
You need not fear burthening me or the Carlisle 
post with your correspondence. To me, I may 
say, Labor ipse voluptas. The postboys must 
travel the road whether you or your friends write 
or not; and as for the poor horses, the only ani- 
mals to be considered compassionately, they love 
the contents of your correspondence so well, they 
would eat them if they could. 
Que regio in terris nostri non plena laboris ? 
I was sorry to see our Carlisle choristers’ impu- 
dence blazoned forth in the public papers: it is 
making such chz¢s of wonderful consequence. But 
this is the age of servants and children. 
You once gave me a foreign specimen of Ophrys 
Corallorhiza. As this is now found so near Edin- 
burgh, I wish you would bring with you next 
spring a good native specimen or two. How I 
dread the being in London! Independent of eter- 
nal noise, smoke and dirt, what a fiery session have 
we to expect! God guard our dear King’s life yet 
awhile. When a change comes, Buonaparte will 
not be inert. I wish our troops were all well at 
home from Spain and Walcheren. These expedi- 
tions and the Catholic question will produce such 
a flame within a fortnight after the meeting of 
parliament, that I fear nothing will be able to ex- 
tinguish. Just so Carthage fell,—the enemy at 
the gates, and the leading citizens immersed in 
