158 LETTERS TO GILBERT WHITE 



Pleasures that You was able to give her in greater Abundance at 

 your Selbourne. 



We desire our sincere Eespects to Miss White & to all your 

 Friends. 



I am, Dear Gil : Afftely Your's, 



J. Mulso. 



Letter 97. 



Thornhill, 



Janry 13, 1761. 

 Dear Gil : 



You see by the public Papers, (if by no other Intelligence) 

 the Revolutions that have happen'd in our Family. The long 

 expected union of my Brother & Sister Mulso, & of my Brother 

 & Sister Chapone has at length taken Place. You may find the 

 first Couple at the same House in Rathbone Place, which is now 

 my Brother's : But You must look for my Sister Chapone in 

 Gary Street near Lincoln's Inn, amongst the Lawyers. To these 

 Brides & Bridegrooms I know You will give your good wishes, 

 that as they have long waited for this happy State (I don't know 

 whether I speak to be understood by You who continue an old 

 Batchelor) they may long continue happy in it. This affair, 

 which was in Agitation at the Time my Brother was in Hamp- 

 shire, might account for a Part of the Seriousness & Resverie 

 that You observed in Him, with the addition of the Complaint 

 that You mention. But all is Joy now in Town, with the 

 addition of Mrs Ogle's being near her Time & safe arrived in 

 Town where Mr Ogle has taken Possession of his Place of 

 Deputy Clerk of ye Closet. 



Mrs Mulso has felt earnest Desires to be in Town at these 

 Solemnities, & I could have well liked to have seen all these good 

 Folks together & happy. But I thank God that I feel such a 

 happy Increase of Health in my present Situation, that I should 

 revisit London with Fear & Trembling. Our Winter has for 

 want of Company been very dull for the Ladies, & many Severe 

 Frights have they had from Wind, especially in a late Storm, 

 which has done me a good deal of Damage, tho' I had just 

 done pointing and mossing my Dwelling & Out- Houses; It has 

 demolished some Trees, & blown down my Rails before the 

 House. But it did little Harm to me in Comparaison of my 

 Neighbours. Tho' my Walls are three Quarrs of a Yard thick, 

 they rocked all night like a cradle. How much did we blame 

 the heavy Hand of my Predecessor who cut down the noble Elms 

 & Oaks that would have just stood between Us & the Storm I 



The very wet Winter that we have had has long unhorst my 

 Ladies : and the Steed that Sr George gave my Wife does not 



