LETTER VII ^ 



Bome sacred whispers from the unseen Genius of your Woods. — 

 You must have seen Tom Warton's five Eclogues, I desire to 

 know your Opinion of them : I own I Hke them better than Joe's 

 Enthusiast : there are two or three words affectedly us'd ; other 

 Faults I desire to hear of from you, if you can find them : They 

 have giv'n me great Pleasures ; yet I am likewise griev'd to find 

 in this Brother too a Propensity to make an ill use of his Genius 

 upon graver Subjects ; which we have remark'd at Oxford. 

 Jenny is a good Girl, & not led away by ye Love she bears her 

 Brothers in a very high Degree : she has discovered ye Perfi- 

 diousness of Washbourne and sees how little Trust is to be 

 repos'd in One who wants every thing but low Humour. — I have 

 seen no Pictures since I was at Windsor with You, but I have 

 been at ye Duke of Argyles & din'd in his Gardens. They are a 

 Treasury of Exotics, & this is their chief Beauty. Mr Pelham's 

 House and Gardens have nothing in them that- struck me much ; 

 ye House is an additon to an old Gate left by Cardinal Wolsey & 

 is in ye old Taste, which I don't like so well as ye modern, tho' 

 I would not have you tell your Uncle Snooke so. The Garden 

 has plenty of water, & some Nooks wild enough, & a good Pros- 

 pect from it's mount : yet I don't like it so well as ye Duke's, 

 nor either so well as Sr Clement Cotterell's ; in short, that little 

 Spot has made me nice in this way. — Collins has been some Time 

 return'd from Flanders, in order to put on ye Gown as I hear, 

 & get a chaplaincy in a Regiment. Don't laugh, indeed I don't 

 on these occasions : This will be ye second acquaintance of mine 

 who becomes ye Thing He most derides. I met Mr Bentham 

 tother Day in a Visit : He tells me Scroope is not in a good way, 

 & that ye winter must be waited for before much Change can be 

 expected. Poor Scroope ! He is fitter for Orders now than either 

 of ye others. — Tom bears no malice ; Heck likes your Hair, she 

 confesses so much already. It was a very neat Compliment that 

 You sent her. She can't answer it, so She says nothing : My 

 Father & Mother desire their Respects to You. I, with humble 

 Service to Mr Snooke, Love to Yourself : 



for I am, dear Gil : your very affectionate Friend 



J. Mulso. 



Letter 7. 

 To Mr White 



at Mr Snook's, at Ringmer Oct. 23, 1745. 



near Lewes, Sussex. 



Dear Gil : 



I own myself Debter to You for two very entertaining 

 Letters, & I should punctually bave answer'd the first to prevent 

 the Danger of not hearing from You a great while, if my Father 

 had not on a sudden resolv'd upon my bearing him Company into 



