208 LETTERS TO GILBEKT WHITE 



ious upon Principle : I hope God will be pleased to make her 

 future years happier than the past, &, if so, He will have 

 height'ned ye Relish of her Satisfactions. 



I have had Accounts from my poor Thornhill of great 

 Damages done by ye Rains in that Parish & it's Environs. You 

 do well to get a few friends about you this "Winter. What we 

 may do in ye Summer in regard to Visiting I do not know, nor 

 can I promise : but I have a Desire to see Selborne, & love ye 

 Master of the Hermitage too well to let proper Opportunities 

 of seeing him escape me. It was a great Gratification to me to 

 find that You approved of my new Place, I wanted your Sanction 

 to grow fond of it ; It is not come on quite, as yet. But I hope 

 to have Reason in Time to be thankfull for my Change. My 

 Uncle has got a Mr. Rennell for his domestic Chaplain in Fisher's 

 Room, who is wth great Joy retiring to his Island & family. 

 (Among Friends, I am mistaken if ye new One does not prove 

 a very different Man fm the Old, for he is the most pragmatical 

 of Puppies ; but lively & ingenious. This is a new Spoke in my 

 Wheel, but so it must be ; and I trust in God & not in Man. 

 Mr BuUer has made another Change of his worst Living for 

 a better, but I know not it's name. Mr Hoskins sends his 

 Comps. and Thanks for your Kind Remembrance of him. Mrs 

 Mulso, Jenny, Jack &c join in Desire of being afftely remembered 

 to You. I am ever, 



Dear Gil, Your's afftely, 



J. Mulso. 



Letter 126. 



To the Reverend Mr White 



at Mr. White's, Bookseller, in Fleet Street, London. Witney, 

 Dear Gil : Jany. 30, '68. 



By a Letter which I reed last night fm my Brother, I am 

 left in doubt whether this will or will not find you at Selbourne, 

 yet I am determin'd to write thither, & to Town to my Brother, 

 that if my Intelligence misses you at one place you may receive 

 it at the other. 



The Provost of Oriell is dead. My news arrived here last 

 night by Mr Hoskins fm Oxford. And I am out of Patience that 

 this is not Post day that This might reach you the sooner. 

 How He died I shall not say 'till I have more certain Intelligence 

 of it, I am much shocked at it ; but shall be much comforted, if 

 Any thing shd turn out to your Benefit from it. 



You have used me ill in not letting me know how you had 

 proceeded about ye Living. I suppose this Demise will at least 

 bring you to Oxford, but I do not know whether you can have 

 ye Assurance to shew your face at Witney : nevertheless I 



