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me your opinion of it from your so late perusal, 

 as I gave you from my old memory, after so 

 many years. At least, I should be glad to 

 know how it is generally received, and how it 

 sells. As to Mr. Lownds's fear that it should 

 not be acceptable to me upon that considera- 

 tion, which he expressed to the right noble 

 Earl, alas ! the good man, I see, knows me 

 not, that nothing of that sort troubles me. It 

 is long since, that I said of that great pile, even 

 while I was in it, the old Leonine verse : 



" Nunc meaj nunc liujus, sed post ea nescio cujus. 



" When I was suddenly driven out of it at 

 eight or nine o'clock at night, I wish it were 

 known, how cheerfully I turned my back upon 

 it, and how soundly I slept the night following 

 under another man's roof. But now, in this 

 cottage of my own building, (this lodge in a 

 garden of cucumbers, questa povera mia 

 capanna,) I am as well to my contentment, as 

 the greatest he qui late et laxe et magnified 

 habitat. All my fear is, and greater too than 

 that of old, lest I should be forced from hence 

 too, for I would fain say, if I durst, as holy Job" 

 did, in nido meo moriar. But, alas ! he was 

 mistaken, and so may I, should I say so ; and 

 therefore I lay my hand upon my mouth and 

 say nothing ; but, as it pleaseth God, so come 



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