78 liBTTEKS TO OIIiBBBT WHITE 



not ride, yet I do not confine myself ; I have bad a Walk or 

 two in my Boots & defied a great Depth of Snow, & I sally forth 

 every Day. Yet I can't keep myself quite well ; I have suffered 

 much, & yesterday had one of my severe Headachs, tho' I had 

 walked about five Miles to disperse it. I am pretty well today, 

 but too tender to think of riding on Monday. 



I have dipt into Hebrew, but it is like a Cat catching Fish ; 

 the Language may have Tast enough in it, but I don't like it's 

 Elements. I hang over the Fire & screen my face wth Petit's 

 Grammar. Mr Aldrich came in the other Morning, & finding 

 me over Pe-Nun & Pe-jod vowed I looked as grave as a Eabbi. 

 Aldrich, who was of Merton, remembers You and asks after You 

 as my friend : He is well acquainted wth Nash your Pro :* he 

 was intimate wth Him abroad. I must introduce You when You 

 come next, & I hope it won't be very long first ; He is a Vertu 

 & a very agreable Companion. 



I presume by your Enquiries after modern Copies of Diogenes 

 & Aristippus, that You have imitated the 17th Ep : of ye 1st 

 Book of Horace. If so, I look upon it as lawfuU Prize & put 

 in for a Sight of it. I look upon Myself to be very cunning wth 

 Kegard to Poetry : I never venture into Rhime, but when 1 

 get some domestic Subject, or one where some Friend being 

 interested, I am sure to blind the Eyes by biassing the Heart. 

 I lately celebrated the Wedding Day of ye Bishop, where every 

 thing is well received that is well intended ; but I don't like it 

 well enough to send You a copy, tho' my Aunt's good Heart ran 

 over at her Eyes, & ye girls protested I was a dear Creature. It 

 is an odd time of the Year for You to see Gardens in ; I had 

 rather see them in your Description than in Reality ; You have 

 carried me round a very pleasant Tour without being baked wth 

 Frost. I have at the Huberts heard of Mr. Guernier's Gardens, 

 but they are not precise enough in painting, all is with them 

 but a Schetch, & few Things wrought to any Life and Perfection. 

 I am grieved to see young Jack Guernier lounging away his Youth 

 at Bath undetermined what Course of Life to take, & I suppose 

 looking upon Orders as a dernier Resort. 



I hope Gibson & your fair Landlady are well, & all your 

 Selbourne & Bradley Friends. I desire my sincere good wishes 

 to them All. Good keep You in Health & Spirits. 



I am, Dear Gil, Afiftely Your's, 



J. Mulso. 



* i.e.. Pro-proctor. 



