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family with, his cries ; but Johnson, 

 clapping his foot on his breast, would 

 Hot let him stir till he had exposed 

 him in that situation ; and then left 

 him, with this triumphant expres- 

 sion : " Lie there, thou son of dul- 

 ness, ignorance, and obscurity !" 



MANUSCRIPT OF ROBINSON CRUSOE. 



Robinson Crusoe, in manuscript, 

 ran through the whole trade ; nor 

 would any one print it, though the 

 writer, Defoe, was in good repute 

 as an author. One bookseller, at 

 last, not remarkable for his discern- 

 ment, but for his speculative turn, 

 engaged in this publication. This 

 bookseller got above a thousand 

 guineas by it ; and the booksellers 

 are accumulating money every hour 

 by editions of this work in all shapes. 

 The second volume of this work, 

 however, met with a small sale. 

 The bookseller would have given 

 two hundred pounds that it never 

 had been printed, the first would 

 have been so much more saleable 

 without it. 



HAYDON PAINTING CLARKSON THE 

 PHILANTHROPIST. 



Found the dear old man at tea 

 with his niece and wife, looking 

 much better than wluen in town. 

 Playford is a tine old building: 

 1503 the last date, but must be much 

 older, they say. It is surrounded 

 by a moat with running water. 

 Clarkson has a head like a patriarch, 

 and iu his priino must have been a 

 noble figure, lie was very happy 

 to see me, but there is a nervous 

 irritability which is peculiar. He 

 lives too much with adorers, especi- 

 ally women. As he seemed im- 

 patient at my staying beyond a cer- 

 tain time, I went to bed, and wished 

 him good night. I slept well, and 

 the next morning walked in the 

 garden and fields. He breakfasted 

 on milk and bread (alone), and 1 

 breakfasted with Mrs. T. Clarkson, 

 tip stairs. I promised to sketch 



him at ten, and at ten I was ready 

 .... When all was ready, the 

 windows fitted, he said, " Call in 

 the maids." In came six servant 

 girls, and washerwomen (it being 

 washing-day). "I am determined 

 they shall see the first stroke." In 

 they all crowded, timidly wonder- 

 ing. Clarkson said, "There now, 

 that is the first stroke ; come again 

 in an hour, and you shall see the 

 last !" We now began to talk. He 

 said, " When Christophe's wife and 

 daughters, all accomplished women, 

 were brought or introduced by him 

 to Wilberforce, and others in high 

 life, there was a sort of shrink at 

 admitting them into society." I 

 told him I believed it, because when 

 I resolved to place the African in 

 front of the picture on the same 

 level as the Europeans, there was 

 the same delicacy ; but I got him 

 and put him in at once. Shame 

 prevented remonstrance. . . . Why 

 was I not so impressed as when I 

 visited the Duke 'I Here was a man 

 who in his Christian and peaceable 

 object had shown equal persever- 

 ance, equal skill, equal courage, and 

 yet I was not so affected. Clark- 

 son has more weaknesses than the 

 Duke. He is not so high bred. 

 He makes a pride of his debilities. 

 He boasts of his swollen legs and 

 his pills as if they were so many 

 claims to distinction. The Duke 

 did not let you see him in his in- 

 firmities. He was deaf, but ho 

 would not let you see it if possible. 

 He dined like others, ate like others, 

 and did everything like others ; and 

 what he did not do like others, he 

 did not do before others. Lord 

 Grey and Clarkson have both that 

 infirmity of asking questions about 

 themselves, as if they had forgot 

 the answers, that they may elicit 

 again the answers for the pleasure 

 of hearing the repetition. The Duke 

 never. He is too much a man. 

 Himself seems the last thing he 

 remembers, except when others 



