LETTER XL ^xj 



Article with obferving, That nothing does more 

 ealily puiF up our empty bladder of vanity, than 

 weak Human Literature : Nay, fometimes a poor 

 pittance, or even pretended fhare of it, will fuf- 

 fice for that purpofe, though at the fame time it 

 is well known, that the wifeft Solomon of our 

 Age, cannot affign a tolerable Reafon, why Grafs 

 fhould be green, or why Flowers fhould be va- 

 riegated into fo many beautiful, enamelled Co- 

 lours. 



1 1 . My dear Friend, Farewell ! And I wlih 

 I could for ever bid adieu to this bewitching fm 

 of Pride, that haunts me like an Evil Genius : 

 But that (I fear) is much too difficult a talk for 

 mc to overcome ; for yefterday morning, it would 

 fain have tempted me to begin another Letter ; 

 and it certainly would have fucceeded, had not a 

 Verfe in the firll LejfTon for Evening Service de- 

 termined me to the contrary, viz, Ecclefiajles xii. 

 12. Of making many Books there is no end^ and 

 much Study is a wearinefs of the Flejh, I fhould 

 not be eafily tired by continuing longer in this 

 Epiftolatcry way of Correfpondence ; but am 

 fully convinced, that my Faculty of Writing 

 on, would not foon terminate, becaufe a Perfon 

 whofe Talent lies in this Vein, has an inexhaulli- 



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