Part II. p. 105, asks if it is Mr. Flesher's FLESHER'S Letter in our vol. LXXXIII. Mr. JAMES BLAIR, on reading Mr. the authenticity of the Apothecary's Bill. 29th of September. And we can vouch for 24th of June, and Michaelmas day on the "All is too little for this bounteous gift; gracious God, be in thy mercy swift." 1, lines 18 & 19, which should stand thus: a typographical error in page 254, col. ** The Reader is requested to excuse reign of Queen Elizabeth Midsummer day was (and so continued till 1752) on the In answer to T. D. we assert, that in the

according to Granger (Biog. wick) was "allowed to stand in very few coby which has been understood that which, liged pies what Public Library it may be seen. pressed preface, by Dr. Smith, or say in would furnish a copy of the original supthan the castrated one.-W. B. would be obthe original preface prefixed to that Work, to any of our Correspondents if they Memoirs, Edinbro' 1813, .professes to give The handsome reprint of Warwick's ;" but it proves to contain nothing more able Collections; and if so, in what form? intention to publish the whole of his valuHist. art. that War

Sept. 15. the traveller of cultivated mind, who seeks for objects of curiosity and attention in his native land, there are no spots more attractive than those which are distinguished as the abodes of Genius. Of departed genius, he enjoys the recollection; of living, the contemplation. The abodes of the former, as Hagley, the Leasowes, &c have, in general, been abundantly described: of the latter, many as yet want an historian; and this I believe to be the case with the enchanting residence of Bremhill.

BREMHILL is the parsonage and the abode of a Poet of no small eminence; of one whose correct taste has worked only on the classical models, despising all modern tricks of William Lisle Bowles. It is a village situated on a hill, about two miles North of Calne, in Wilts. The Church, a venerable Gothic structure, with a tower, stands just South-West of the village; and the Rectory, a stone house of the same character, is exactly South of that, on a small terrace, commanding a most beautiful view, with the hill immediately sloping from it towards the South. Is this view, the principal objects are the hills and downs between Marlborough and Calne. In front, Oldborough Hill; with the antient camp and the modern WHITE HORSE, executed by Mr. Alsop, now of Calne: somewhat nearer, is the town of Calne, with its fine tower; and to the right, the majestic woods and hills of Bowood, the residence of the Marquis of Lansdown. A garden of about two acres spreads itself immediately before the house, always a beautiful spot, now embellished by the taste, and immortalized by the verses, of the owner. As it is not of sufficient extent to fatigue either you, or me, or your Readers, let me take you, Mr. Urban, by the hand, and conduct you round the garden. Should you wish to exchange the narrative for the reality, the Reverend Poet will, I

doubt not, be happy to couduct you in person.

Turning to the left from the house, you go through a rustic arch, which leads to the Eastern view. The ob jects here are pleasing, but not distinct; and coming to a handsome tree, you naturally turn to contemplate it. Looking to the West from this tree, the whole extent of Bowood imme diately meets the eye. In allusion to which, you find the following elegant inscription affixed:

When in thy sight another's vast domain
Spreads its long line of woods, dost thou
complain?
[thy state
Nay, rather thank the God that plac'd
Above the lowly, but beneath the great :
And still his name with gratitude revere
Who bless'd the Sabbath ofthyleisurehere.

Deus,nobis hæc otia fecit. W. L. B.

These lines evidently express the feelings of the Poet himself, but may be applied by others according to their circumstances. A few steps further, stands a small, neat obelisk of stone, with no other inscription than ANNO PACIS 1814. W. L. B. P. It might be wished that it were something higher; and, if the Peace continues, perhaps it may grow. You now enter a plot of decorated garden, not actually divided from the rest of the ground, but distinguished from it by mere interference of art-small flower-borders, trellis-work arbours, a fountain perpetually playing, and a small cold-bath, encompassed by rockwork. Here, over a rural seat, we read the following lines:

Rest, Stranger, in this decorated scene, That bangs its beds of flowers, its slopes

of green: So from the walks of life the weeds re[above. But fix thy better hopes on scenes

move,

For the Cold-bath, where the little rill falls into it, the following verses are destined:

Mark where, above the small cascade, Quiver th' uncertain light and shade: Such shadows human hopes supply, That tremble restless, and then die.

Stranger,

Stranger, thoughtful tread the cave — No light is fix'd, but that beyond the

grave.

Proceeding directly up the slope from this place, you meet with a root-house Hermitage, with a rude stone table, a wooden chair, a small sun-dial on a fragment of a twisted column, and a rustic-cross, which St. Bruno, the Hermit, is supposed to have erected, and thus to have inscribed:

He who counted all as loss,
Save Peace, and Silence, and the Cross.
BRUNO

On the front of the Hermitage, and near the dial, are these:

To mark life's few and fleeting hours,
I plac'd the dial 'midst the flowers,
Which one by one came forth and died,
Still withering round its antient side:
Mortal, let the sight impart
Its pensive moral to thy heart!

BRUNO.

those of Mr. Bowles; but the following, being written up in pencil, on the subject of the place itself, may at least be read with indulgence:

TO THE REV W. L. B. Here dwell delighted! by these airs inspir'd, [admir'd; Write what they breathe, secure to be Raise here thy voice, exert thy tuneful skill, [Hill: And give to Britain one more famous So, when the praise of her poetic race Recording Verse or History shall trace, BREMHILL shall seem, what Pindus was so long, [SONG. Not theme alone, but SACRED HOME OF Who will not wish that the Poet may long enjoy the place, and the place the Poet, so worthy of each other? A. N.

A HISTORY of the County of Sussex has been long expected; I wish very much to be informed, whether this expectation has any just foundation? It is well known that the late Sir William Burrel made great Collections for this purpose, which are now deposited in the British Museum. Since his death, various persons have directed their attention to this design, but all have ultimately relinquished y the pursuit; unless the Rev. Mr. Dallaway, a gentleman well known to the publick, and very competent to this arduous task, be still proceeding with the History of the three Western Rapes of this County Chichester, Arundel, and Bramber; and unless the Rev. Mr. Valentyne, of Magda lene Hall, Oxford, be going on with the three Eastern Rapes--Lewes, Pevensea, and Hastings. Some time ago, these two gentlemen had respectively undertaken to prepare a History of the Western and Eastern Divisions of this County; if they are proceeding, it is well it cannot be in better hands; if, however, either of them should have relinquished the undertaking, it ought to be known, as it is probable that a Gentleman, very adequate to such a work, would attempt the History of one Portion of the County, provided it were fully and fairly understood that either of those in whose hands it has so long rested had wholly abandoned the pursuit, but not otherwise: he is well aware how difficult and prolix must be the labour of such a project;

therefore