ingly as ever; Nature, with Glory at her back, will light up the torch within you; and there is enough of it left to heat and enlighten the world these many, many years!

Heaven be praised! (I utter it from my soul) that your Lady, and my Minerva, is in a condition to walk to Windsor! full rapturously will I lead the graceful pilgrim to the temple; where I will sacrifice with the purest incense to her; but you may worship with me or not 'twill make no difference either in the truth or warmth of my devotion; still (after all I have seen) I still maintain her peerless !

Powell, good heaven! give me some one with less smoke and more fire! There are, who, like the Pharisees, still think they shall be heard for much speaking. Come, come away, dear Garrick, and teach us another lesson.

Adieu! I love you dearly, and your lady better-not hobbyhorsically-but most sentimentally and affectionately; for I am yours (that is, if you never say another word about -) with all the sentiments of love and friendship you deserve from me.

L. STERNE.

MY DEAR FOLEY:

LETTER LVI.

To Mr. Foley.

BATH, April 15, 1765.

My wife tells me she has drawn for one hundred pounds; and 'tis fit that you should be paid it that minute: the money is now in Becket's hands. Send me, my dear Foley, my account, that I may discharge the balance to this time, and know what to leave in your hands. I have made a good campaign of it this year in the field of the literati; my two volumes of Tristram, and two of Sermons, which I shall print very soon, will bring me a considerable sum. Almost all the nobility in England honor me with their names; and 'tis thought it will be the largest and most splendid list which ever pranced before a book since subscriptions came into fashion. Pray present my most sincere compliments to Lady H- whose name I hope to insert with many others. As so many men of genius favor me with their names also, I will quarrel with Mr. Hume, and call

him Deist, and what not, unless I have his name too. My love to Lord W. Your name, Foley, I have put in as a free-will offering of my labors. Your .ist of subscribers you will send: 'tis but a crown for sixteen sermons. Dog-cheap! but I am in quest of honor, not money. Adieu, adieu! Believe me, dear Foley,

Ar this moment, I am sitting in my summer-house, with my head and heart full, not of my uncle Toby's amours with the Widow Wadman, but my sermons; and your letter has drawn me out of a pensive mood: the spirit of it pleaseth me; but, in this solitude, what can I tell or write to you but about myself! I am glad that you are in love; 'twill cure the spleen, at least, which has a bad effect on both man and woman I myself must ever have some Dulcinea in my head; it harmonizes the soul; and in those cases I first endeavor to make the lady believe so; or rather, I begin first to make myself believe that I am in love: but I carry on my affairs quite in the French way-sentimentally. L'amour (say they) n'est rien sans sentiment. Now, notwithstanding they make such a pother about the word, they have no precise idea annex'd to it: and so much for that same subject called Love. I must tell you how I have just treated a French gentleman of fortune in France, who took a liking to my daughter: Without any ceremony, (having got my direction from my wife's banker), he wrote me word that he was in love with my daughter, and desired to know what fortune I would give her at present and how much at my death: by the by, I think there was very little sentiment on his side. My answer was, "Sir, I shall give her ten thousand pounds the day of marriage. My calculation is as follows: She is not eighteen, you are sixty-two; there goes five thousand pounds; then, Sir, you at least think her not ugly; she has many accomplishments, speaks Italian, French, plays upon the guitar ·

and as I fear you play upon no instrument whatever, I think you will be happy to take her at my terms; for here finishes the account of the ten thousand pounds." I do not suppose but he will take this as I mean; that is, a flat refusal. I have had a parsonage house burnt down by the carelessness of my curate's wife. As soon as I can, I must rebuild it, I trow; but I lack the means at present; yet I am never happier than when I have not a shilling in my pocket: for when I have, I can never call it my own. Adieu, my dear friend: may you enjoy better health than me, though not better spirits, for that is impossible.

I WROTE Some time in spring, to beg you would favor me with my account. I believe you was set out from Paris, and that Mr. Garrick brought the letter with him; which, possibly, he gave you. In the hurry of your business you might forget the contents of it; and in the hurry of mine in town (though I called once) I could not get to see you. I decamp for Italy in September; and shall see your face at Paris, you may be sure: but I shall see it with more pleasure when I am out of debt; which is your own fault, for Becket has had money left in his hands for that purpose. Do send Mrs. Sterne her two last volumes of Tristram; they arrived with yours in spring, and she complains she has not got them. My best services to Mr. Panchaud. I am busy composing two volumes of Sermons; they will be printed in September, though I fear not time enough to bring them with me. Your name is amongst the list of a few of my honorary subscribers who subscribe for love. If you see Baron d'Holbach and Diderot, present my respects to them. If the Baron wants any

English books, he will let me know, and I will bring them with me.

Ir is a terrible thing to be in Paris without a periwig on a man's head! In seven days from the date of this, I should be in that case, unless you tell your neighbor, Madame Requiere, to get her bon mari de me faire un peruque à bourse, au mieux, c'est-à-dire, une la plus extraordinaire, la plus jolie, la plus gentille, et la plus.

Mais qu'importe? j'ai l'honneur d'être grand critique et bien difficile encore dans les affaires de peruques; and, in one word, that he gets it done in five days after notice.

I beg pardon for this liberty, my dear friend, and for the trouble of forwarding this by the very next post. If my friend Mr. F. is in Paris, my kind love to him and respects to all others. In sad haste. Yours truly,

L. STERNE.

I have paid into Mr. Becket's hands six hundred pounds; which you may draw upon at sight, according as either Mrs. Sterne or myself make it expedient.

DEAR SIR,

LETTER LX.

To Mr. Panchaud, at Paris.

BEAU POINT VOISING, Nov. 7, 1765.

I FORGOT to desire you to forward whatever letters came to your hand, to your banker at Rome, to wait for me against I get there, as it is uncertain how long I may stay at Turin, &c. &c.: at present, I am held a prisoner in this town by the sudden swelling of two pitiful rivulets, from the snows melting on the Alps; so that we cannot

either advance to them, nor retire back again to Lyons: for how long the gentlemen, who are my fellow-travellers, and myself, shali languish in this state of vexatious captivity, Heaven and Earth surely know, for it rains as if they were coming together to settle the matter. I had an agreeable journey to Lyons, and a joyous time there, dining and supping every day at the Commandant's. Lord F. W. I left there, and about a dozen English. If you see Lord Ossory, Lord William Gordon, and my friend Mr. Crawford, remembe. me to them. If Wilkes is at Paris yet, I send him all kind wishes Present my compliments, as well as thanks, to my good friend Mis: P—; and believe me, Sir, with all truth, yours,

LETTER LXI.

To the Same.

L. STERNE.

TURIN, Nov. 28, 1765.

DEAR SIR: AFTER many difficulties I have got here safe and sound, though eight days in passing the mountains of Savoy. I am stopped here for ten days, by the whole country betwixt here and Milan being laid under water by continual rains; but I am very happy, and have found my way into a dozen houses already. To-morrow I am to be presented to the king; and when that ceremony is over, I shall have my hands full of engagements. No English here, but Sir James Macdonald, who meets with much respect, and Mr. Ogilby. We are all together, and shall depart in peace together. My kind services to all. Pray forward the inclosed.

I AM just leaving this place with Sir James Macdonald for Milan, &c. We have spent a joyous fortnight here, and met with