166 LETTERS TO GILBERT WHITE 



which partake of his Nature, & are therefore inestimable. Mrs 

 Mulso's Love attends You and Your's, with That of, 



Dear Gil, Your's afftely 



J. Mulso, 

 My Sister Mulso's Lr of today Oct. 30, has these words. 

 ♦* The Doctor JBnds my Sister Chapone considerably better than 

 "before, her understanding & Memory are recovering & She 

 " begins to feel Hunger." 



LetUr 101. 



To the Reverend Mr White, Thornhill 



at Selbourne netu: Alton Hampshire. Febry 5, 1762. 



Dear Gil : 



On Monday Jan : 25 early in the Morning died your old 

 acquaintance my father in Law, Mr Young, aged 75, after a Life 

 the greatest part of which was attended wth a gi'eat Share of 

 Health & Spirits, & no Part afflicted wth much pain, he quitted 

 it for a better in so easy a manner as was to be envied ; integril 

 Re, salvfi patri4, Suorum planctus inter & Oscula. — We have 

 great reason to wish that the same may be said of Us at our 

 Deaths. Mrs Mulso has been troubled with a good deal of 

 rheumatism this Winter, & I have had a great deal of Head Ach ; 

 yet I cannot say that I find ye Cold of Yorkshire more intense 

 than That of Sunbury. It happen'd that my Wife had less of her 

 Complaint lately than for a good while before, which made her 

 bear the Loss of her father better than I could well have 

 expected. His having no particular Illness that required long 

 & melancholy watchings was very providential, as it might very 

 well have hurt her Mind & Body. 



We wish you Joy of your Sister's Wedding, tho' it is now 

 almost an old Hystory; as I remember I did before it was 

 solemnized. — But what a Huzzar Parson do You still continue 

 to be ? and how did you giddy me & hurry me along wth your 

 account of your Journey ?* as bad as Tristram Shandy's Calcu- 

 lation of the Quantum of Genius thro' all the Northern Nations. 

 It is well for me that you are set down quiet at Selbourne, 

 where I suppose ye Coming-on of the Spring will confine You 

 'till you have set everything in Order for it's Summer Perfection. 

 As soon as That is done I think I hardly know You if You do 

 not set out on a Ramble, and then remember that Yorkshire 

 is not 80 far as the East Indies, nor do You twice cross the 

 Line, or need You fear Shipwreck or Calentures ; all which 

 one would think had been in the Heads of our Southern 

 Servants, so perfectly were they dismayed at the Thoughts of 



• To Moreton Pinkney, Northamptonshire. 



