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me great uneasiness : at this moment on my knees, I pray Almighty God to preserve and bless her and
you, my dear Brother, my uncle and aunt, and all of you, with more peace and happiness than I dare to hope for myself. Perhaps, and indeed too probably, I am never to see you in the enjoyment of it,” &c. &c. Is this the language of a rake? Who could have uttered such a sentiment? Even if you had heard such an ill-founded report, where could be your taste, your feeling, your justice, in giving it to all the world? You put only the initials of certain persons from motives of delicacy and respect, even when giving anecdotes that are not to their discredit: why then should you give the name of my brother at length, and asperse his character on the brink of the grave! he was affectionate, brave, and good. I will say nothing of the want of taste and delicacy in your prior account of his school days. I think that inconsistent, and as if not written by the same heart and hand as wrote those beautiful, glorious passages, your feelings at a wedding, your visit to Austin Friars, your holidays at Merton.
“ You held your Mother's hand tighter.” Your feeling was--Mother, how happy we are to be to-day. How sorry
you be to think that you have written so of my Brother, whose Mother still lives.
“ I have not looked at other parts of your book; it is only just come. Of course I turned first to · Christ's.'' -I could wish some part of this better written, but I must anxiously, earnestly, demand of your feeling, your honour, your integrity, that, in your next edi
tion, you wipe off the spot from the tomb of my dear Brother.
C. V. LE GRICE.
“ Remember me to Lamb.
“I perfectly recollect you and your Father. I can see him now in Grammar Cloister waiting for you, leaning on the box near the passage to Mathematica School.”
In closing Mr. le Grice's letter, I cannot help again expressing my regret at having done his relative this injustice. It has been unpleasant enough to me (whatever the reader may think) to say hard things, even of those who have given me cause of complaint. A hundred times, while writing my book, have I expressed myself on that point to my family, in no measured terms; and regretted that I must speak the truth, “now I was about it.” But to have repeated, with whatever want of thought, a rumour, at once offensive and untrue, and of ore against whom I had a quarrel, is on every account to be regretted; and accordingly I lament it, and dislike, and bite my pen for chagrin. Should the book be immortal enough to come to a third edition, the mistake shall be rectified in its proper place, and a copy be sent to Mr. le Grice for the acceptance of his venerable parent.
ADDISON, remark on, i. 142.
Lord Byron's residence in the Casa Saluzzi, i. 105.
tion of, 401.
Colonies, 58, 59, 60, 81, 84.