314 LETTERS TO GILBERT WHITE 



dead, but he is very old & expected to die hourly. Perhaps Mr 

 Nowell may not move yet. But if You have an Eye upon a 

 worthy young Man, that has a good Conscience, sound Lungs, 

 apostolic Patience & Perseverance, a Fund that will enable him 

 to wait 'till Novr Chapters & February Collections : Charity 

 enough to bear wth a Man who throws all his Weight of Duty 

 on his Shoulders ; & Education enough to make a good Com- 

 panion : That is a Man who has some of the QuaUties of Mr. 

 Nowell : keep your Eye on that Man, & when Time demands, 

 let lis meet. £60 pr an. is my Price for him. A poor Price for 

 such Merits, but high enough for me in these insolvent Days. 



I met our new Bishop at Waltham & dined wth him at Dr 

 Chelsum's. He was very easy, polite, & obliging ; & invited me 

 to Farnham. A pretty thing to have Bishops for our Flatterers ! 



I have enquired about your Neighbours, & desire to be re- 

 member'd to them. I comprize all Compts when I say that we 

 all love You. 



I am. My dear Gil, Your unalterably affte old friend, 



J. Mulso. 



Letter 203. 



Keverend Mr White, Winchester. 



Selbourne near Alton, Hants. + at Alton. Nov: 18, 1783. 



Dear Gil : 



I pursue you so fast wth this Letter, only to signify to 

 Mrs J. White & You how much disconcerted we have AH here 

 been at your having undergone so much by bad weather, & run 

 such Hazard of Health in Order to give Us pleasure & shew 

 a new Token of your affection for Us. And I hope You will 

 give Us a Line to let us know how You do, & that we shall 

 hear a better Eeport than We have Eeason to fear. I do not 

 recollect much that has alter'd Us since we met, except that 

 I fell down on the Dean's Pavement, & bruised my Knee, & 

 strained the Calf of my Leg, & shook my Head almost off, by 

 which my Neck is horrid sore all round ; & I feel as if I was 

 an antique Statue that had had it's Head taken off & clapp'd 

 on again in ye wrong place. 



We have had very strong Gales & a great Quantity of Eain. 

 I dare not give way to conjectures about my poor Boy at Sea, 

 but am allways to suppose him in some more placid Latitude. 



Mrs Mulso & my Daughters beg their affte Compts & I offer 

 You ye constant Love of, 



My dear Gil, Your old Friend & Servant, 



J. Mulso. 



