This curious quotation strikes me much by so 

 well representing my own case, and by describing 

 what I have so often felt, but never could so well 

 express. When 1 hear fine music I am haunted with 

 passages therefrom night and day ; and especially at 

 first waking, which, by their importunity, give me 

 more uneasiness than pleasure : elegant lessons still 

 tease my imagination, and recur irresistibly to my 

 recollection at seasons, and even when I am desirous 

 of thinking of more serious matters. 



LETTER CI. 

 To THE Honourable Daines Barrington. 



A RARE, and I think a new, little bird frequents 

 my garden, which I have great reason to think is the 

 pettichaps:* it is common in some parts of the king- 

 dom ; and I have received formerly several dead 

 specimens from Gibraltar. This bird much resem- 

 bles the white-throat, but has a more white or silvery 

 breast and belly ; is restless and active, like the willow- 

 wrens, and hops from bough to bough, examining 

 every part for food ; it also runs up the stems of the 



* Lesser white-throat {Sylvia curruca, Temm.), and not the petti- 

 chaps ; the song is very sweet, and more perfect in its notes than that of 

 the white-throat: it is shy, wary, and even petulant in avoiding intruders. 



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