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The Turret, July 22. 
Joy to you and your munificent Emma, my dear Edgar, on the delightful present 
she has‘just consigned to your arms! I pray to heaven that your gratifi¢ations 
in’ educating this promising daughter may be similar to what T enjoyed In rearing 
my beloved Sculptor, without any such calamity as robbed 'me of that inestima- 
ble blessing, which Ihave yielded, I hope, to the Almighty who gaye him to 
me, with such devout resignation, as may render me the more fit to be.re- 
united to him in a brighter world. soMeoe 4a aint 
_ Train your new daughter to the early use of the pencil, and she may prove 
what we have not yet seen, a female painter of sentimental landscape;.a sweet 
profession for a woman who is early taught to relish all the inexhaustible charms 
of affecting scenery. - i MIB yA3et 
Many thanks for your attentionto Paulina. Thank heaven, I receive’ this 
instant a good account from our excellent Paulina of Lavant, who will take a 
friendly interest in your domestic treasures—heaven preserve and increase 
them to you. | . : : 
Remember you have kindly promised a continuance of your good tidings to 
, Your affectionate Hermit in haste. _ 
Our dear Rose is deplorably weak. I could not prevail on him to allow him- 
self the repose that I think essential to his recovery. 
(To the same.) 
Your friends at Lavant sympathized in your sorrow, dear Edgar ‘of the 
pencil. Although religion teaches us to say, on these occasions, “ the Lord 
giveth and the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord,” yet no 
parent can lose’a sweet little innocent without paying to nature the universal 
tax of tears. I hope, however, we may be able to say of your’s and of 
Emma’s, 
“ Some natural tears they dropt, but wiped them soon.”’ 
I heartily wish to assist you in directing your thoughts to such topies as may 
engage more cheerfully your tender but active spirit. 
A mole and a lynx wait upon you for this friendly purpose—two creatures 
who started into existence, ambitious of affording a moral subject for the young 
and highly promising painter of animals. Remember, that as they arose for 
your service, they request to be exposed to no eyes at present but your own and 
Emma’s. So heaven bless you both. 
Ever your affectionate Hermit. 
I hope we shall meet on Tuesday. Adieu. 
The other side of the paper will contain the diminutive fable. 
The Mole and the Lynx, a Fable. 
A young aspiring mole one day 
To upper earth had worked his way, 
And jumping forth with wond’rous glee, 
Cried, ‘what a world were this for me ! 
Had nature, with more just esteem, 
On me conferred the Lynx’s beam !” 
A Lynx who still the bullet bore, 
That once his wounded body tore, 
Reposing nigh, chanced to o’erhear 
The proudly murm’ring pioneer ; 
And, with a noble mind serene, — ; 
Thus disciplined his wayward spleen :— 
“* Creep back again, thou simple mole, 
And bless the darkness of thy hole ; sest 3 
A Lynx, half-murder’d for his eyes, gy satr bom 
Would kindly teach thee to be wise, sieyahe ms 
Those creatures, wheresoe’er they rest; ; asl % al 84 “yp 
May justly hold their lot te the best = oe Tele: | 
Who live content with nature’s plan, Ls 
_ Sequester’d frcm the crimes of man.”* 
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