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FEBRUARY 1, 1800. [l of Vol. 17.
'ii t«su (hate who write ire ambitious of making Converts, and of giving ro their Opinion! a Maximum of ■ Ulaeccc and Celebrity, the mall extensively circulated Mifceliany will repay with the created tffeit tt* MCiriafiiy Of txwft who read either ft>r Amuleraent or Iriftruaioa." JOHNSON.
•BfCiMAL LETTERS o/l.ADY MART WORTLEY Mohtagu, addressed to Mks. (aw) Anne Justice, vpun the Pave
Printed from the Okigtxals.
T'M sure, dear Nanny, you'll excuse my silence this bout: this Inst fortnight lias been wholly taken up in receiving risjts of congratulation upon my brother's «edijitig. My new sister is to passe the ■UMt hi the house with me, so you Jm; be sore I shall have very little time SO my seUe. I am perfectly ignorant of the marriage you rueau, and so dull I cau't (ruesse the name of the lord whose character yon say is so good. If you are not at ScotFlon this summer, I must despair of seeing vou. I fancy about the latter end of this month we shall be going iuto Nottinghamshire. I writ to Mrs. B. three or four posts ago, and tokl her I beard she was going to be married; and gave her good advice, to forget Mr. Vane and take tlie first lover her retarinns propos'd to her—pray write uie word if she follows it. 1 allwaies wish her very well. The small-pox rages dreadfully, and has carry*d off several people here: that, and the neat of the weather, makes me wish myselfe in the country. My eyes are soesetiung better, far t was not able to write for a good while; hut they are still 'make me, sooner than I othertell you, that I am, dear /IWsto
lb tbti,jhute Justice, York.
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A*,«$£sa Job say, my dear, men are
•tie mcowstwu toads. Mr. Vane could
■ever «r*fe» with the brisk air if be had
in his totft; however, the
»es me a good
Rrig, tin/ none
I would not
hand, I could beat Mr. Vane, as much a pritty gentleman as I hear he is. I'll swear, by his letter, he seems to have more mind to rival Mr. Crotchrode than break his heart for Mrs. B.
I shall neither see dear Mrs. Justice, nor any of my north country friends, this year. I'm got into the west, over the hills and far away. Here is nothing u> be lik'd that I can find; every thing :u the same mode and fashion as in the days of kiug Arthur and the knights of the round table. In the hall, a great shovel board table and antick suits of armour; the parlor fumish'd with right reverend turky work chairs and carpets; and for books, the famous History of Ainudis de Gaul, and the Book of Martyrs, with wooden cuts; and for company, not a mortal man but the parson of the parish, some fourscore or tliereabouts: you know I was never a violent friend to the cloth, hut I must make a virtue of necessity, and talk to him or nobody. This is the present posture of my affairs, which you must own very dismal. Times may mend; there is nothing sure, but that I am jour's.
Direct for me at West-Dean, to be It ft at Mi. l-'ou Iks, a cofTee-house, at the Three Lions, in Salisbury, Wiltshire.
The paper I mentien'ci is very long, and I don't know whether you'l think it worth postage; but it" you persist in desiring it, I'll send it you. June 1*. To Sirs. Anne Justice, York.
Nothing could be more obliging than eo quick a return to my letter, and sendiug what I enquired for. I pity your poor Strephon, and guesse what effect such a letter must maka on your heart. I like of all things his manner of writing, and am sorry all your wishes are not successful. Mr. V hoc been a great dissembler if it breaks off of hit-tide; but 'tis hard to distinguish false Jove front true. The poor lady is in a sweet pickle; and I am so good-natured K» be sorry for all p^nlfi,wbol»sveiwtW»unes^tpec»aJly of that kind wbjcb Itiwk (httOiQttteoch