by declaring solemnly, and on our conscience, that we can hardly imagine a larger sum of goodness and of consolation struck off at once from the ledger of useful benevolence, than would be torn out or vilely scribbled over by the complete success of Robert Waithman's wishes. We do not justify the admission of Dr. Warren's son: it was against the true principles of the foundation; but, perhaps, it would be difficult to detect a second case equally glaring among the whole one thousand boys that are educated under it. And was there never any private pique or quarrel between the patriot and the parson?

GENEVIEVE

MAID of my Love, sweet GENEVIEVE,
In Beauty's light thou glid'st along ;
Thine eye is like the star of Eve;

Thy voice is lovely as the Seraph's song.

Yet not thy heavenly beauty gives

This heart with passion soft to glow; Within thy soul a voice there lives—

It bids thee hear the tearful plaint of Woe.

When sinking low the sufferer wan

Beholds no friendly hand, that saves;

Fair, as the bosom of the swan

That rises graceful o'er quick-rolling waves,

I've seen thy breast with pity heave,

And therefore love I thee, sweet GENEVIEVE!

1786.

S. T. C.

LETTERS FROM CHRIST'S HOSPITAL

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LETTER I

[LONDON, CHRIST'S HOSPITAL,] Feb. 4, 1785.

DEAR MOTHER,—I received your letter with pleasure on the second instant, and should have had it sooner but that we had not a holiday before last Tuesday, when my brother delivered it me. I also with gratitude received the two handkerchiefs and the half-a-crown from Mr. Badcock, to whom I would be glad you would give my thanks. I shall be more careful of the somme, as I now consider that were it not for my kind friends I should be as destitute of many little necessaries as some of my school-fellows are; and Thank God and my relations for them! My brother Luke saw Mr. James Sorrel, who gave my brother a half-a-crown from Mrs. Smerdon, but mentioned not a word of the plumb cake, and said.

he would call again. Return my most respectful thanks to Mrs. Smerdon for her kind favour. My aunt was so kind as to accommodate me with a box. I suppose my sister Anna's beauty has many admirers. My brother Luke says that Burke's Art of Speaking would be of great use to me. If Master Sam and Harry Badcock are not gone out of (Ottery) give my kindest love to them. Give my compliments to Mr. Blake and Miss Atkinson, Mr. and Mrs. Smerdon, Mr. and Mrs. Clapp, and all other friends in the country. My Uncle, Aunt, and Cousins join with myself and Brother in love to my sisters, and hope they are well, as I, your dutiful son, S. COLERIDGE, am at present.

P.S. Give my kind love to Molly.

LETTER II

To his Brother, LUKE HERMAN COLERIDGE,
on passing his Medical Examination

May 12, 1787.

DEAR BROTHER,-To begin a letter I esteem the hardest part, therefore pardon me if I use

the hackneyed strain of "I take the opportunity of my brother's departure from town, &c., &c." I pray you pardon my not writing before. Five times have I set down with a fix'd resolution to write you, and five times have I torn it up before I have writ half of it -nothing in it pleased me. It was Stuff, as Mr. Boyer phrases it. But now can I write.

if only to rejoice with

with much better will, you at your success. I am apt to think that for you Fortune will take off her bandage and reward merit for once. But I have forgot. My Aunt desired me in the beginning of this epistle to assure you "of her kindest love" to you; she never felt so much pleasure in her life as at your success. Old Bishop is some

what better than an Atheist. He seldom fails of his oratorical abilities on the subject of our Saviour, the immortality of the soul. His arguments are very strong, as any wise. man may see as how it can't be so. Heaven would not be large enough to hold all the souls of all men who have ever liv'd. It is remarkable how zealous all these infidels are to persuade you to embrace their fantastical doctrines.