THE REV. JOHN WHITE. 5] 



Antarctic plants do not sell : so that the Skinneria, the Shef- 

 fieldia, the Barringtonia are like to sleep. Botanists think 

 they shall never see the originals ; and other readers care not 

 a farthing about the matter. I marvel at the mildness of your 

 weather in January. I told you, I think, that on the 31st my 

 therm, was | helow 0. There seems to have been a peculiarly 

 severe current at Selborne. Mr. Y.* was so supine as never to 

 put his therm, out ! The therm, at S. Lambeth was at 6, at 

 Fyfield 15, at Lyndon 19 ; in London areas at 20. We join 

 in respects. I return home next week. 



Yours affect. 



GIL. WHITE. 



Nanny White l'ides out at her father's country-house every 

 day, and improves wonderfully. Molly White is at Cam- 

 bridge. 



Bro. Henry went away in January before the snow was 

 melted and went through between high walls of that meteor. 

 Bro. Tho. by no means approves of your title of " Zool. Anec- 

 dotes ;" he thinks the latter too mean and unworthy a great 

 book. He neither thinks that you should say, " The Nat. 

 Hist, of the quadrup. birds, fishes and insects of Southern 

 Spain," with &c. We wish also that you would throw some- 

 thing savoury into your title page concerning migration; for 

 many readers pay attention to that circumstance, without re- 

 garding any other parts of Nat. Hist. Say what you can 

 concerning vegetation; for the love of such knowledge in- 

 creases. Even Bishops (your Bishop in particular), in order 

 to recommend themselves, study botany. Mr. Curtis savs, 

 that men from the other end of the town call on him in their 

 coaches to desire private lectures for grown gentlemen. 



But your bookseller, at last, will be your best adviser 

 respecting a title page ; for such men best understand the 

 pulse of the publick. Pray write to Selborne not long hence. 

 Jack should send me an account of the therm, at Manchester. 

 Mr. Lever has custom at his shop ; but whether adequate to 

 his boundless views, no man can guess. He is furnishing the 



* [Mr. Yalden, Vicar of Newton.— T. B.] 



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