rather to increase than diminish; yet the difpofition of mind with which you receive this painful difpenfation, feems to convert your Sufferings into a bleffing: while you refign to the will of God in fo patient a manner, this disease seems only the chastisement of a wife and merciful Being, who chafteneth not for his own pleasure, but for our profit. Were I not convinced of this great truth, I fear I muft long fince have funk under the burden of forrow, which God faw fit to wean my foolish heart from this vain world, and fhow me how little all the grandeur and riches of it avail to happinefs. He gave me a fon, who promifed all that the fondest wishes of the fondeft parents could hope; an honour to his family, an ornament to his country; with a heart early attached to all the duties of religion and fociety, with the advantage of strong and uninterrupted health, joined to a form, which, when he came into Italy, made him more generally known by the name of the " Eng. lifh angel," than by that of his - family. I know, this account may look like a mother's fondness; perhaps it was too much fo once: but alas! it now only ferves to fhow the uncertainty and frailty of all human dependence. This juftly beloved child was fnatched from us before we could hear of his illness : that fatal difeafe, the fmall-pox, feized him at Bologna, and carried him off the evening of his birthday †, on which he had completed nineteen years. Two pofts before, I had a letter from him, written with all the life and innocent chearfulness inherent to his nature; the next but one came from his afflicted governor, to acquaint his unhappy father, that he had loft the mot dutiful and best of fons, the pride and hope of his declining age. He bore the ftroke like a wife man and a Chriftian, but never forgot, nor ceafed to figh for it. A long feries of pain and infirmity, which was daily gaining ground, fhewed me the fword which appeared fufpended over my bead by an almoft cobweb thread, long before it dropped §. As to my bodily pains, I blefs God, they are by no means infupportable at prefent: I rather foffer a languid ftate of weakness, which waites my flesh and confumes my fpirits by a gentle decay, than any frightful fuffering, and am fpending thofe remains of nature which were almoft exhaufted in continued care and anxiety for the fufferings of a perfon dearer to me than myself. My daughter, who is very good. (only fon of Thomas Lord Viscount Weymouth) and mother of the prefent Dutchefs of Northumberland. * George Lord Viscount Beauchamp, who died at Bologna in Italy, September 11, 1744. † September 11, 1744. a Mr. (afterwards Dr.) Dalton was tutor to Lord Beauchamp; but the "Supplement to the Biographical Dictionary,' (published in 1767) says, "bad ftate of health prevented him from attending his pupil on his travels abroad, and faved him the mortification of being an eye-witness of his "death." Algernon Duke of Somerfet died Feb. 7, 1749-50- to me, has fent me her youngeft son*, just turned of four years old, to amufe me in my folitude, becaufe he is a great favourite of mine, and fhews a great deal of his uncle's difpofition, and fome faint likeness of his perfon. It is high time to releafe you from fo long a letter, but there are fome fubjects on which my tears and pen know not how to stop, when they begin to flow. I am, dear Madam, Your fincerely affectionate friend, fpeaks the magnificence of Nature; and fo enlarged my mind, in the fame manner as the ftupendoufnels of the ocean does, that it was fome time before I could be reconciled again to the level countries: their beauties were all in the little tafte; and I am afraid if I had feen Stow in my way home, I should have thrown out fome very unmannerly reflections upon it. I should have fmiled at the little niceties of art, and beheld with contempt an arti ficial ruin, after I had been agree ably terrified with fomething like the rubbish of a creation. Not but that Wales has its little beauties too, in delightful ftreams and fine valleys; but the things which en. An Account of two Journies into tertained me were the vaft ocean, Wales. and ranges of rocks, whofe foundations are hid, and whole tops Bishop HERRING + to Mr. DUN- reach the clouds. I know fomething *Now Lord Algernon Percy. of your caft of mind, I believe, and I will therefore take the liberty to give you an account of an airing one fine evening, which I fhall never forget. I went out in the cool of the day, and rode near four miles upon the fmooth fhore, with an extended view of the ocean, whofe waves broke at our feet in gentle murmurs: from thence we turned into a little village, with a neat church and houfes, which flood just at the entrance of a deep valley the rocks rofe high, and near, at each hand of us, but were, Afterwards fucceffively Archbishop of York and Canterbury." This "amiable prelate," (as he is juftly characterised by the late Dr. Jortin) “ had piety without fuperftition, and moderation without meannefs, an open and "a liberal way of thinking, and a conftant attachment to the cause of sober "and rational liberty, civil and religious. Thus he lived and died, and few "great men paffed through this malevolent world better beloved, and lefs "cenfured, than he."- Life of Erafinus, vol. i. p. 42, note. His Grace died March 13, 1758, aged 64. His Lordship held this deanery in commendam with his bifhoprick. on on one fide, covered with a fine turf, full of sheep and goats and grazing herds; and on the other, varied with patches of yellow corn and spots of wood, and here and there a great piece of a bare rock projecting. At our feet ran a ftream clear as cryftal, but large and foaming over vat ftones rude. ly thrown together, of unequal magnitudes, and over it a wooden bridge, which could fcarce be faid to be made by the hands of art; and, as it was evening, the hinds appeared, in many parts of the fcene, returning home, with pails upon their heads. I proceeded in this agreeable place till our profpect was clofed, though much il luminated, by a prodigious cataract from a mountain, that did, as it were, fhut the valley. All these images together put me much in mind of Pouffin's drawings, and made me fancy myfelf in Savoy at leaft, if not nearer Rome. Indeed both the journey, and the country, and the refidence were moft pleaf. ing to me.... I am, dear Sir, Your obliged and affured friend, THO. BANGOR. quite well, after a very romantic, and, upon looking back, I think it a molt perilous journey. It was the year of my primary vifitation, and I determined to fee every part of my diocefe; to which purpose I mounted my horfe, and rode intrepidly, but flowly, through North Wales to Shrewsbury. I am a lit tle afraid, if I fhould be particular in my defcription, you would think I am playing the traveller upon you; but indeed I will fick religiously to truth; and, becaufe a little journal of my expedition may be fome minutes amufement, I will take the liberty to give it you. I remember, on my last year's picture of North Wales, you compli mented me with fomewhat of a poetical fancy: that, I am confident, you will not now; for a man may as well expect poetical fire at Copenhagen, as amidst the dreary rocks of Merionethfhire*. You find, by this intimation, that my landfcapes are like to be fomething different from what they were before, for I talk fomewhat in the ftyle of Othello, I fet out upon this adventurous journey on a Monday morning, ac Bishop HERRING to Mr. DUN- companied (as bishops ufually are) COMBE. by my chancellor, my chaplain, fecretary, two or three friends, and our fervants. The first part of our road lay cross the foot of a long ridge of rocks, and was over a dreary morafs, with here and there a fmall dark cottage, a few sheep, and more goats, in view, but not a To this his Lordship's letter is one exception, and Ambrofe Philips's poem from Copenhagen," published in the " Tatler," is another. " RHODES bird HOUSE OXFORD LIP bird to be feen, fave, now and then a folitary hern watching for frogs. At the end of four of their miles we got to a fmall village, where the view of things mended a little, and the road and the time were beguiled by travelling for three miles along the fide of a fine lake, full of film, and tranfparent as glafs. That picafure over, our work became very arduous, for we were to mount a rock, and, in many places of the road, over natural ftairs of flone. I fubmitted to this, which, they told me, was but a tafte of the country, and to prepare me for worse things to come. How ever, worse things did not come that morning, for we dined, foon after, out of our own wallet, and though our inn ftood in a place of moft frightful folitude, and the beft formed far the habitation of monks (who once poffeffed it) in the world, yet we made a chearful meal. The novelty of the thing gave me pirits, and the air gave me appetite much keener than the knife I ate with. We had our mufic too, for there came in a harper, who foon drew about us a groupe of figures that Hogarth would give any price for. The harper was in his true place and attitude; a man and a woman ftood before him, finging to his inftrument wildly, but not difagreeably; a little dirty child was playing with the bottom of the harp; a woman in a fick night-cap, hanging over the stairs; a boy with crutches, fixed in a flaring attention; and a girl carding wool in the chimney, and rocking a cradle with her naked feet, interrupted in her business by the charms of the mufic; all ragged and dirty, and all filently attentive. Thefe figures gave us a most entertaining picture, and would please you, or any man of obfervation: and one reflection gave me particular comfort, That the affembly before us demonftrated, that, even here, the influential fun warmed pour mortals, and infpired them with love and mufic. When we had dispatch. ed our meal, and had taken a view of an old church, very large for that country, we remounted; and my guide pointed to a narrow país between two rocks, through which, he faid, our road lay. It did fo; and in a little time we came at it. The inhabitants call it, in their language," The road of kind"nefs." It was made by the Romans for their. paffage to Carnarvon, It is just broad enough for an horse, paved with large flat ftones, and is not level, but rifes and falls with the rock, at whofe foot it lies. It is half a mile long. On the right hand, a valt rock hangs almost over you; on the left, clofe to the path, is a precipice, at the bottom of which rolls an impetuous torrent, bounded on the other fide, not by a fhore, but by a rock, as bare, not fo fmooth, as a whetstone, which rifes half a mile in perpendicular height. Here we all dif mounted, not only from reafons of juft fear, but that I might be at leifure to contemplate in pleasure, mixed with horror, this ftupendous mark of the Creator's power. Having paffed over a noble bridge of ftone, we found ourselves upon a fine fand, then left by the fea, which here indents upon the country, and arrived in the evening, paffing over more rough country, at our deftined inn. The accommodations there were better than expected, for we had good beds and a friendly hoftefs, and I flept weil, well, though, by the number of beds in the room, I could have fancied myself in an hofpital. The next morning I confirmed at the church, and after dinner fet off for the metropolis of the country, called Dolgelle. There I ftaid and did business the next day, and the scene was much mended. The country I had hitherto paffed through was like one not made by the Father of the Creation, but in the wrath of Curious Letter from the Second Volume of the Clarendon State Papers, lately published at Oxford. The Lord MOUNT NORRIS to the Earl of STRAFFORD, the Day before his Execution. My Lord, power, but here were inhabitants, W of heart I (peak it, I come a town and church, a river, and fine meadows. However, on the Thursday, I had one more iron mountain of two miles to pafs, and then was entertained with the green hills of Montgomeryshire, high indeed, but turfed up to the top, and productive of the finest fheep; and from this time the country and the profpects gradually mended, and indeed the whole economy of nature, as we approached the fun; and you cannot conceive what an air of chearfulness it gave us, to compare the defolations of North Wales with the fine valleys and hills of Montgomery fhire, and the fruitful green fields of fair Warwickfhire. For I made my felf amends in the following part of my journey, directing my courfe through Shrewf bury, Woolverhampton, Birmingham, Warwick, and Oxford, fome of the finelt towns and counties in the island. But I must stop, and not use you so unmercifully.... I am, dear Sir, and affectionate bumble fervant, THO. BANGOR. not to you to disturb your peace, but to further it. My confcience witneffeth with me, as I hope for falvation, that, until you took away the Secretary's place from me, I honoured and efteemed you as my best friend, and never wittingly offended you in word or deed, but unbofomed my heart and advice to you, as I would have done to my father, if he had been living. And how fervently I fought your recon ciliation, my feveral letters, and my poor afflicted wife's, written and directed to yourfelf, may testify for me. You brought me into difgrace caufelefsly with my gracious fovereign; whom, I call God to be my witnefs, I have ferved with all poffble faithfulness and the depriving me of his majesty's favour hath been and is more grievous to me than any death can be. You have publicly dishonoured and difgraced me by accufing me of bribery, corruption, and oppreffion, whereof my God knows I am innocent; and for trial thereof I have fubmitted myfelf to the ftri&teft fcrutiny of the parliament. You have by a high and powerful hand, by mif information to his majetty, ftripped me of all my offices and employments, and fo impoverished me in my eftate, and brought fo many calamities |