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author; and asI have, at the fame time, 
obferved, that you difplay a generous 
warmth in favour of the Corficans, I had 
not the moft diftant idea of offending 
ou. 
ns When I really mean to offend, I per- 
fift till I fee Tam wreng. But I fhould 
be very forry, if one whom I regard as I 
do Dr. Smollett, fhould imagine that I 
meant to offend when it was far from my 
thoughts. I therefore take the eaylieft 
opportunity to undeceive you, and I flat- 
ter myfelf this letter will have that effect. 
<¢ I {hall be in London about the 2r1ft, 
and I hope to meet you before I return to 
Scotland; but, in the mean time, pray 
make me eafy by a line addrefled at Mr. 
Dilly’s, bookfeller, in the Poultry. 
‘¢ T am, dear Sir, 
«¢ Your moft obedient, 
¢¢ Humble fervant, 
‘¢ James BOSWELL.” 
¢¢ London, March 26. I have carried 
up ibis letter in my pocket.” 
To Door Tobias Smollett, at Bath. 
“¢ DEAR DOCTOR, 
«¢ T thank you for all your kindnefs to 
me, and particularly for the laft inftance 
of your warm friendfhip; and I am forry 
that it muft occafion fome further trouble. 
_I underftand that you propofe taking no- 
tice of a letter to the author of the Criti- 
cal Review, and I dare fay you will do it 
properly. That part of the Jetter that 
relates to yourfelf, I hope will be flayed 
and broiled alive; for it isdamned impu- 
dent. He pretends it was the writer, not 
the man, that ftuck with him. Your 
friends and mine fay, they think you can, 
from your own knowledge, contradict 
him inthis. I fuppofe you know he was, 
fome time fince (about twelys months, as 
Original Poetry. 
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I have been told), out of his fenfes, and 
confined at Edinburgh. Our friends 
think this would be the beft apology you 
can make to the public for this beha- 
viour. 
«¢ As to what relates to me, you are, 
no doubt, become a party, by your 
friendly interpofition, and, therefore, I 
muft leave you tojudge for yourfelf what 
youareto do. J will, only in friendthip, 
tell you frankly what I think. 
“* Firft, your work does not feem a fit 
place for handling a phyfical difpute; itis 
rather for giving accounts and opinions of 
things publifhed. Secondly, if you an. 
{wer this letter by difputation, you muft 
prepare yourfelf for anfwering more non- 
fenfe of the fame kind. He wili difpute 
till he is deprived of the ufe of pen and 
ink. That is the turn of his madnefs, 
Thirdly, all that he has {aid is fo fenfelefs, 
captious, and beaftiy, that it does not ad- 
mit of an anfwer. It is unanfwerable. 
There canbe no fuch thing as convincing 
one another now. The difpute muft’ be 
at an end already with every body that 
underftands, and will give himfelf the 
trouble to confider what both have faid ; 
and every obiiinate fool may iafift upon 
having the laft word. Was it my own 
cafe only, I give you my word I would 
defpife ir. However, I have made fome 
fhort obfervations to fhew you that his 
Jaft obfervations are without all founda- 
tion, and that your friendthip for me has 
not brought you into difgrace with fenfible 
people of the profeffion. : 
‘6 T am, dear Sir, 
“* Your much obliged, 
** And fincere friend, 
-  - WiLuiamM Hunter.” 
“ Augufi 234, 17576 
“ Dr. Smollett.”’ 
‘THE MANSION OF REST. 
BY LAURA SOPHIA TEMPLE, 
} TALK’D to my fluttering heart, 
) And chided its wandering ways ; 
I told it from Folly to part, 
And hufband the beft of its days. 
I bade it no more to admire 
The meteors that Fancy had drefs’d ; 
I whifper’d *twas time to retire, 
And feek for a manfion of reft. 
A charmer was lift’ning the while, 
Who caught up the tone of my lay, 
® Qh! come then,” the cried with a fmile, 
** And Friendthip thall point ous your way,” 
Montary Mac. No. 129. . 
I follow’d the witch to her home, 
And vow’d to be always her gueft, 
Never more, I exclaim’d, will I roam 
In queft of a manfion of reft, 
Bat the {weeteft of moments will fly— 
Not long was my fancy beguil’d 
And fhortly I own’d, with a figh, 
‘That Friendfhip could /fab while fhe {mil’d 
Yes—coldly could ftab the repofe 
Of the trufting and innocent breaft, 
And ev’ry fair avenue clofe 
That led toa manfion of reft, 
Love next urg’d my footfteps to ftray 
Thro’ the wildering paths of romance, 
But | ftarted—and turn’d me awav 
From his bright and enamouring glance ; 
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