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Observations, I expect You would make them to Me : consider I 

 have a pretty Collection of your Travells about England, & You 

 must carry ye Sett thro'. I may make it a usefull work in Time, 

 & enable young Men to travel with Taste & improve at Home. 



If I do not mention my Verses You might think I took your 

 Critique ill : but I think it just : Tom will not admit of what You 

 say about the Porch ; He does not allow it to be a Porch, but a 

 part of ye main Building ; & that ye Force of ye Compliment lies 

 in that part : But I think it is rather as You say. I am glad 

 You like them on ye whole. Mr E — thanked me for them, but 

 has said little about them, as he is ye Subject Himself, & is ye 

 modestest of Men. 



I hope the Family You are wth are well : & shall be glad to 

 hear that my Friend Mrs Barker changes the beautifully less for 

 ye beautifully bigger. I desire my Compliments to them. Let 

 me hear from You soon & often : a Letter from You raises my 

 Spirits, the Sight of You would do more. But at least give as 

 much of Yourself as You can to 



dear Gil, Your sincere Friend, 



J. Mulso. 



Letter 29. 



Sunbury. 



Nov: 4, 1751. 

 Dear Gil : 



Perhaps You think that I have entirely forgotten You, 

 & that I have set down ye little wild Visit You made me as a 

 short agreable Dream but of no Keality. But in fact it is not so. 

 Your Visit served me as an Answer to your former Letter ; (I 

 would You would often furnish me wth such Answers !) But as 

 I did not know whether You would begin ye Correspondence 

 again, I proposed to set about a Challenge. This was prevented 

 by so many Accidents, that to tell them would be trifling, tho' 

 at the Time they seemed Obstructions Alpine & Appennine. At 

 last I resolved to stay for my Uncle to frank my Letter ; I did so, 

 vide Cover. But He coming late in ye Week, I pocketted up ye 

 Cover without a Letter, & brought it down hither. Here I was 

 busy, & hence I removed to Staines where I hoped to be at 

 Liezure. But there I fell sick & am not yet recovered : so I 

 would not write 'till I was a little more in Heart. Yesterday 

 I was forct to set at Home & let Horton do my Duty for Me. 

 But I am better today. From your Heights of Health You look 

 down upon me, & pity me. I am glad for your Sake you do. I 

 envy You your bold Flights, your Eagle Ranges ; but see You 

 deserve them. I am a poor sculking Quail, whose very Love- Song 

 is plaintive. 



