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STOCKBRIDGE. 
And now, madam, what ufe will you make of this rhapfody? 
If I have the happinefs of reaching thofe regions of immorta- 
lity, where I have been wandering, I fhall be glad to meet you 
there, and all my friends : happy if all mankind could meet ! 
Perhaps my feat may be lower than yours, and yet part of my 
pleafure may be to know that you poflefs a higher than my 
own ; for if it is fo pleafing to fee our friends happy here, 
it muft be more fo, where there is no envy, no enmity, or 
perturbation, where all are compleatly happy, tho’ not ali. 
in the fame height of felicity. Farewell. 
LETTER XLIX. 
To the fame . 
Madam, 
I T was about two when we arrived at stockbridge, where 
we found the king’s-head full of foldiers and horfes : alas, 
there is too much reafon for our gracious and puiflant monarch 
to think of war ! — But this was only the sign of the king’s- 
head, and thefe foldiers were, at this time, men of pleafure, 
come there not to fight, but only to attend the conteft between 
three horfes. 
Stockbridge is a borough in Hampshire, of no great note, 
containing very few good houfes ; but the great breadth of the 
road through the town, gives it an elegance which very few of 
our country towns and villages enjoy. One would imagine, 
from the manner in which moll of our villages, as well as towns, 
are built, that our forefathers were ftraitened much for room, 
or 
