^ygi. on the influence of taste. 157 



.'ambrosia and nectar of Olympus, for the hulks of 

 the prodigal, and the muddy waters of Lethe. 

 , Here, (good Mr Editor,) I think I see some of 

 jour fair male or female readers, launching the Bee 



jinto eternity, by hurling it acrofs the room like a 

 .cock-chafFer, with a Heigh ho I what have we gotten 

 here? A bore, — a twaddle, — a cruel lounge of senti- 

 ment. I always thought the Bee had too much of 



^duU sfavez. But now I expect in a week or two to 

 see it gtuiFed with extracts from Whitaker, against 

 Gibbon, Blair's sermons, lord Hailes's defence of 



'Christianity, or some such sad conundrums. 



My dear friend 1 no such matter, I afsure you .' 

 Do you really think I could expect a fafhionable crea- 

 .ture to sit and meditate upon one's end for five mi- 

 nutes, when any thing clever was a doing ? No, no; 



;But my dear I it is Sunday, you know, and it rains 



;like a duck day ; all the prigs at church 1 not a soul 



• on Princes's street, and Scratchont the hair drefser 



.won't be here this age ! Come, will you step into 

 my study for a minute or two, and look at Sher win's 

 print of the death of lord Chatham ? 



So you have discovered, have you ? that your fa- 

 ther's park, and fhrubbery, i» not the garden ofEderj, 



.and that neither London nor Edinburgh are the new 



. Jerusalem. 



I am extremely sorry for you my dear I I remem- 

 ber well being like to hang myself about twenty 

 years ago, when I made the game most notable dis- 

 covtrv. 



