LETTER XXIII. 



To 



same. 



SELBORNE,/ 8M, 1775. 

 AR SIR, On September 2ist, 1741, being 

 then on a visit, and intent on field-diversions, 

 I rose before daybreak : when I came into the 

 enclosures, I found the stubbles and clover- 

 grounds matted all over with a thick coat of 

 cobweb, in the meshes of which a copious 

 and heavy dew hung so plentifully that the 

 whole face of the country seemed, as it were, covered with 

 two or three setting nets drawn one over another. When the 

 dogs attempted to hunt, their eyes were so blinded and hood- 

 winked that they could not proceed, but were obliged to lie 

 down and scrape the incumbrances from their faces with their 



