son Calvert; it has been Venetian windowed, and modernized so much on that side which can be seen from the road, that I did not think it worth drawing. To get to the house, you must pass over a very venerable three-pointed arched brick bridge, which leads over a large, and apparently deep moat, in which the house stands; this bridge and one side of the house I would have drawn, but I could not see it without standing on my stirrups, and peeping over a wall from my horse's back. I should like to be with you there when it did not rain, as it began to do yesterday. We might endeavour to gain admittance into the garden, and see the back of the house, which I fancy is the old brick back, or get a view of the side next the garden, which I did not see at all yesterday.

"There are three parallel rows of each three arches, which is very unusual. Whether there are three separate bridges to pass, or whether these three rows of arches and piers support only one bridge, I could not discover yesterday. The country about Honesdon is pleasant; the road up to the church, from the Eastwick road, picturesque and pretty. Our host at Roydon, with whom we dined, tells me there is fine brick work at the Rye House, which I do not recollect. I did not know you were botanical enough to attend to uncommon plants.

My mare without shoe, myself with a sore throat just coming on and growing feverish, were not in quite so comfortable and undisturbed a situation at Honesdon, as tempted me to stay there unhoused, a shower approaching; so that I have no drawing but a very trifling one of the church-steeple and road.-At church, yesterday se'nnight, I told your uncle I had heard from you, from Wales, and where do you live, Oh! Forster, down in Wood-street! and when does he come back?'-such were the sounds that o'er the crested pride of the lean Edward scattered wild dismay.

"Not a letter with a patriot subscription affords such pleasure at the London Tavern, as do yours to me; so write again whenever you are alone, and at leisure. Yours truly, E. FORSTER.'

8. To the same, at Winchester-street.

"Saturday Evening, Dec. 15, 1770. "At once to proceed to your, or rather Mr. Hutchins's business. I suppose 600* copies a good number to print. I know not whether printing paper has more quires in a ream than writing paper, but this may be easily enquired. You must enquire of Bowyer what printers mean by six months credit, and indeed I do not see why Dr. Cuming or Mr. Hutchins might not themselves write to him, as this would save you much trouble, and save many enquiries. I really see no objection to going to press as soon as the author is ready, the quid libet audendi may be

*This was the number actually printed of Mr. Hutchins's History of Dorsetshire, and subscriptions were very speedily obtained for the whole impression.

extended to antiquaries, as well as to poets and painters, and I think there cannot now be much risque even to the printer. As to the paper, if they will pay for better, to be sure better may be had, and I suppose Morant's bookseller consulted cheapness. I am not at all versed in printer's paper, nor do I know by what names they distinguish the different sorts; but the paper of Borlace's last edition is certainly of a better texture, though of somewhat less size. As to the manner of printing, I think the columns of the Pleshy are crowded closer than they need be, even on paper of the same size; the lines seem to me to be at the usual distance, but there is a circumstance in the type which is common to all English types (for aught I know), and which really tends to render the appearance of the page more confused than it need be, and that is the almost universal use of long's instead of short ones, thus, Effex, instead of Essex *. I think the Scotch and Dutch Types are free from this objection; and I fancy some of the very modern London letter-press is, but this 1 do not know.

"As to what is said about the manner of printing the pedi grees, either you have mis-expressed yourself, which from the quotation seems to be the case, or Dr. Cuming has misunderstood you; for the manner in the Pleshy specimen, I have always understood you, was Sir William Dugdale's. As to purchasing the paper as it is wanted, Dr. C.'s expedient may be a good one, 'Quia ponere totum nescit,' else it would be better to purchase the whole, as you would then be sure to have the paper of the same colour and texture throughout the work which may otherwise not be the case, at least if printing paper of the same nominal sort differs as much as writing paper does. I think the expedient Dr. C. proposes for paying for the printing, a very reasonable one; and I suppose it is very practicable t.

"I asked you your authority for Stukeley's being buried at East Ham, and you tell me your authority for his burial in West Ham; is this a mistake in your writing, or have I all along misunderstood you? for 'tis at East Ham I have always sought his grave. "This rainy morning produced the plate I send you. If I were not ashamed of troubling you, I would beg you to get me a dozen proofs, for I know not whom to apply to for this business. "I remain yours truly, E. FORSTER,"

Mr. GOUGH to Mr. FORSTter.

"DEAR FORSter, Enfield, June 16, 1773. "I have been so very busy since my arrival here, that I still hardly know which way to turn. Two monstrous deal boxes and

This alteration in the printing the letter s was, in a few years afterwards, almost universally adopted.

+ All these points were amicably settled to the perfect satisfaction of every party concerned.

A plate etched by himself, an art in which he excelled, and of which many specimens exist.

your five bags are scarce unpacked, and the shelves not yet up to receive their contents. I was in town last Thursday, on an errand for Mr. Manning, to whom I then sent a parcel with Mr. J's. letter. I know no more of E. H.*; but, by his silence, he is about some great transaction. I thank you for the franks, in which I felt your influence. They came just as the former stock failed. When you can get me two or four, for Mr. Paton, or Mr. Ewer, or Mr. anybody, I shall thank you again. Thane lives at the corner, I think, of Gerard-street, Soho. He is now about publishing a Catalogue. So is Payne; but the Bibliotheca Martiniana from Norwich is the richest and reasonablest at present.

"The circumstances of our family † require me to be more at home at present. I could not now go to Cowdrey for my life. "A box was to set out in the Norwich waggon last Wednesday, and is not yet come. Can Mr. Thomas tell me where I can send for it? Pray let me hear from you by return of post. "6 Yours, as ever, R. G."

Mr. GOUGH to Mr. FORSter.

Tuesday, July 7, 1778. "The Rector of Lamborne‡ is at last arrived at his cell, at Chigwell, where he has invited me to take pot luck with him and Mrs. Tyson, the first opportunity. If I go on Saturday next, it will be only tea pot luck. I know of nothing at present to prevent my spending the day with him on Monday. Will you be of either party. Your acceptance of the roll accompanying this, is desired by, Yours truly, R. GOUGH."

Mr. FORSTER to Mr. GOUGH.

August 9, 1779.

"We shall be very glad to see you on Monday next, to dinner at any hour you please. If you have Dr. Moore's Travels through Germany, &c. and can spare it, I should be glad if you would bring it with you. I made an unsuccessful attempt on Saturday to go over to Tyson, but I was stopped by hard rain before I got three miles on my way. Concerning the map, let us remember that I talk to you when I see you. It is very neatly done; but for the work for which it is intended, more attention should be given to those circumstances which are peculiarly the object of the curiosity of Antiquaries. Remember us to Mr. and Mrs. Tilly §, and to your family.

"Should you happen to be in town, and in the city to-morrow morning, I believe you may find me at the Royal Exchange, from 11 to 2. Yours truly, E. FORSTER.'

Mr. Edward Haistwell. See "Literary Anecdotes," vol. VII. p. 165.
The illness of his mother.

The Rev. Michael Tyson; see the "Literary Anecdotes," vol. VIII.

p. 633.

§ An eminent Solicitor, the husband of Mr. Gough's only sister.

"DEAR SIR,

To Mr. GOUGH.

January 8, 1788.

"Have you read T. Warton's Ode? Here is an abridgment thereof, containing the sum and substance.

Old Windsor still stands on a hill,

And smiles amid her martial airs,
May Englishmen still cock their hats,
And Frenchmen humbly pull off theirs.

"Remember all to all. We shall be glad to see you, and I hope soon to get at you. A happy New-year to you.

"I remain yours truly,

E. FORSTER."

To Mr. NICHOLS.

"DEAR SIR, Walthamstow, April 9, 1810. "I think you are not aware that near thirty years ago (my daughter says forty) we took a profile of our good friend, which at the time we thought was a likeness; however I think you may be pleased to have it such as it is; and if your young ladies have a knack at drawing they may perhaps be able to fill up the features, which I have endeavoured in vain. "Yours very truly,

E. FORSTER."

"DEAR SIR, St. Helen's Place, May 3, 1810. "You recollect, probably, that, from a profile of Fielding, filled up by Hogarth, a likeness was produced which is at the head of his works. Some years ago I, by good luck, filled up the outlines of the face of a friend, which proved a remarkable likeness, and is known by every body. I have repeatedly endeavoured to do the same by that of our friend, but have never succeeded *.

"I know of no portrait of our friend, except in a family picture when he was a little boyt. I am told another exists painted not long ago, which is a bad picture, with little resemblance ‡. "Believe me, dear Sir, yours truly, E. FORSTER."

From the outlines to which Mr. Forster alludes, the second James Basire, who all but idolized the Original, exerted his skill to form a good likeness; but his efforts were unsuccessful.

+ This family picture is still preserved at Enfield.

1 For this miniature Mr. Gough had only once, at a very late period of his life, and without mentioning it at Enfield, attended a London artist. My calling on the painter for his unfinished production and to pay him five guineas for it, was the favour asked from me by Mr. Gough, when (see Literary Anecdotes, vol. VI. p. 316.) he emphatically said, "this may be the last office you will have to do for your sincere friend." After his death, the same Artist unfortunately spoilt it by endeavouring to finish it from memory; and it has since been wholly effaced. Another profile of Mr. Gough, from a hasty sketch by Mr. Schnebbelie, has since been engraved, with two views of his residence, in Dr. Robinson's "History of Enfield."

U

The Rev. BENJAMIN FORSTER.

Of this learned and benevolent Divine, a bright ornament of Bene't College, Cambridge, where he was one of the early associates of Gough, Haistwell, Griffith, Tyson, and Cowper, a brief Memoir has been given in the "Literary Anecdotes *."

The Rev. BENJAMIN FORSTER to R. GOUGH, Esq. 1. "DEAR GOUGH, West Bergholt, July 26, 1763. "Having for some time past been so engaged as not to have a convenient opportunity of writing to you, and being now likely to have some hours leisure and solitude, in a situation rather awkward than not, I will employ a part of the time in acquainting you with my motions and adventures. This morning I set out (as erst in the company with you and my brother Ned) for Bergholt, hoping to hear news here about my settling at Horsley. On my arrival, neither Mr. nor Mrs. Boys were at home, nor likely to be till eight o'clock at night. Colchester I knew was thronged with fools from all quarters, Parthians, Medes, Elamites, with the dwellers in Mesopotamia, strangers and proselytes, on occasion of the Oratorios there; no hopes of being received either to board or bed: what was to be done, Mr. Gough? Why necessity, the mother of boldness as well as invention, prompted me to invite myself in, to eat a hearty dinner, and to wait in peace for the arrival of the Maitre d'Hotel. Verily I believe the kind Mrs. Nanny has given me ale instead of small beer with my cold meat, for my head swimmeth in a most delectable manner.-The first thing I did, you may be assured, was to enquire after Bob: he is in perfect health, grown to an enormous size, and plays the very deuce (as Mrs. Nanny expresses it) in the garden. Whether or no poor Piggywhiggy had yet undergone a certain cruel operation modesty would not permit me to enquire of Nanny; but the instant my dinner was removed, in darted Bob the second, a monkey of facetious visage, and placed himself beside me in my chair. The rest of the acts of this day, how I passed in persecution, wrapt in my oil-skin hood, through a mob of tatterans, and how I stopped, half wet through, at a little alehouse, in Staneway, are they not reserved for some future communication? The occurrences of last week, well deserve recording; I passed it in a visit at Wethersfield, a part of the country extremely pleasant and beautifully varied in itself, though seated in the middle of flat and dirty country. In the church

See vol. VI. pp. 268. 270. 616; and more particularly in vol. IX. p. 648. where three of his letters are given.