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desired me to let you know yt you route of Carleverok & the Ordinary of E. 3d are neare finished, soe that in regard of the uncerleinilye of your suddaine returne from the North Parts his man may want worke, therefore he intreats that you will please to vouchsafe him your booke of H. S's time, which with some other things he hathe already,may keepe him in employinent most part of this somer, if they will be too troublesome to bringe with you, Mr. fireeman will undertake the safe delivery of them. Thus, wth all thankfull acknowledgement of your many favours, and my due respects remembered, doe humbly

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Ready & studious to serve you * Kirby 25th March, Wm. DUGDALE 1639. Blanch Lyon. To his inuch honoured friend SIR WILLIAM LE NEVE kut. Clarenceux at the Office of Arms. Pd"

"HONOURED SIR,

Your kinde Letter, bearing date at Antvorpe the 10th of January last came safe to my hands about a fortnight

since; unto which I had forthwith returned you some answere 'ere this had there been any intimation given cyther from your selle, or my friend who conveyed it hither to me from London, how it might be sent to you: but it seems, that my Ld Mansfield's servant left it at my lodging (which being signified to me by a letter received this day) I thought myselfe happy in the opportunity of writing back to you.

In the first place therefore, being most joyfull to hear of your good health, I must let you know how much I take myselfe obliged to you, for the faire opinion you have of me poore laboure which I perceive you have scene; assuring you, that could I have told how to have conveyed all or any of them to you, I should have most readily have presented you with them; not knowing any friend that I have, whom I account more worthy of such a gift: but the uncertainty of your abode in those places, where the un

* In Northamptonshire, the seat of Sir Christopher Hatton, K.B. who was the pearest kinsman of the male line to the Lord Chancellor Hatton, and one of Dugdale's earliest patrons.

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happinesse of these times have cast you, hath been such, and your minde otherwise busied (I presume) then to attend to the reading of such things, as made me to reserve my purpose therein, till it might be more seasonable; wch i shall not doubt, but in God's good time, will be.

The second part of Monasticon Anglicanum is in the presse, and I hope will be finished by next Michaelmas term; for above 100 sheets are already done. Some other things I am in hand with, of wch (God blessing me with life and health) I shall make dispatch with in a twelvemonth & lesse.

I do highly honour that noble person whose descent you are pleased to thinke me fit to take paines in, though I have not the happinesse to be known to him: and I shall, very willingly, do him the best service I can therein: if his own private evidences be not destroyed in the late troubles; tis like they may give much light thereto; but to accomplish it as it should be, the whole body of our Public Records must be lookt

through, which will be a large work and chardgable. I resolve to be in London in Easter term next; and if then I may know where I may wayte on my Ld Mansfield †, I will not fayle to attend him about it; & represent to him my best judgment therein, & do him all the service I can. My lodgings being at one Mr. White's house a bookseller, on the north side of Paul's church Yard (at the seven Stars.)

How matters fare with us here in England, I am sure you here by the Weekly Posts, therefore I shall not trouble you with any relation of myne; hoping that after so longe a losse of your personal conversation, we may yet enjoy you again; whch is and shall be the hourly prayer of

Your most obliged servant
and honourer,

WILLIAM DUgdale.

Blythe Hall, near Coleshill in

Warwickshire, Febr. 1891659.
For my much honoured freind
Sir EDWARD WALKER, kut.
at Amsterdam.

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TRE MELANGE.
No. VIII.

To the Compiler of the Melange.

SIR,

My lord, I have wished you well, but my favour is not so locked up for you, that others shall not share it: I have many servants to whom I have and will dispense my fureurs at my out

OBSERVING, in the last number of pleasure, and likewise resume them when

the European Magazine, an account of the arrangement which took place at the palace of Croydon antecedent and preparatory to the visit of Queen Elizabeth, in 1574, signed S. BOWYER, I would wish to communicate an anecdote of this man which was once afloat upon the stream of time, but is now nearly buried in the gulf of oblivion: this I am the more inclined to do, because it exhibits the characters of the queen and one of her favourites in points of view in which they have not hitherto appeared. Of the numerous domestic traits that marked the conduct of Elizabeth, the art of rendering access to her person difficult was one of the most prominent: an eastern monarch could scarcely be more sensible of the advantages of occasional seclusion. In this respect, Samuel Bowyer, Esq. her gentleman usher of the black rod, was the officer upon whom she placed the greatest dependance. He was expressly charged by her majesty strictly and accurately to observe all that were admitted into the privy chamber.” A very gay captain, of whom it was said,

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"Not the rainbow, when brightest, more gorgeous could shew,"

who was a follower of the Earl of Leicester, pressed for entrance; but he was stopped by Mr. Bowyer, because he was neither well known, nor one of the queen's sworn servants: on which the captain, presuming much on the favour of his lord, told him, that for his insolence he might peradventure procure his dis charge. While they were contending,

He

the Earl of Leicester came in. ranged on the side of his follower, and said, that Bowyer was a knave, and should not long continue in his office. Inspired with boldress, arising from a consciousness of having done his duty, the gentleman usher rushed into the presence before the earl, and falling at her majesty's feet, related the whole story; then humbly begged to know, whether my lord of Leicester was king, or her majesty queen.

A smaller malter than this would have roused the passions of Elizabeth; she started up, and exclaimed, with her usual oath,

Europ. Mag. Vol. LIV. July, 1008.

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I list; and if you think to govern here, I will take a course to see you forthcoming. I will have but one MISTRESS, and no MASTER; therefore take ye care that no ill happen to my servant BòwYER, lest it be severely requited to your cost."

This admonition is said to have had a good effect on the turbulent and overbearing disposition of the earl for a considerable time. I am, sir, Yours, &c. Thames Ditton, July 5, 1808.

P. R.

MISS CATLEY AND THE POULTERER.

THE poulterer in Covent-garden, mentioned in our last,* was a bit of a wag, Miss CATLEY was, one morning, at his shop. She asked the price of a wood

COCK.

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He replied, eight shillings.

Eight shillings!" said the lady; "it is immoderately dear; but I want one for a friend, and therefore I will give you six.”

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Well, returned the poulterer, "it is too cheap; but I'll take your money, because I think it a pity that a woodcock and a toast should be separated.”

DR. NICHOLAS WOTTON.

Tais gentleman, equally celebrated for his political knowledge and for his classical erudition, had been fortunate enough to acquit himself to his mo narch's and the public's satisfaction, in the course of thirteen embassies to the emperor and other foreign princes. King Henry VII, relied so much upon his integrity and wisdom, that, at a certain time, when he was preparing to send him abroad, he said, "I have sent a head by CROMWELL, a purse by Wol SEY, a sword by BRANDON; and us these

have proved ineffectual, I must now

seral you to treat our enemics with a

hitte LAW, in order to see what influence that will have upon them.”

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A SERIES OF ORIGINAL LETTERS

OF THE LATE

MR. SAMUEL RICHARDSON, AUTHOR OF PAMELA, CLARISSA, AND SIR CHARLES GRANDISON.

(Never before published.)

No. VI.

MY DEAR MISS WESCOMB,

HAVE been engaged at the speaker's two days, at a friend's at Hampton one, and last Sunday and Monday with another friend at West Ham; or I had before now answered your kind invitation.

Monday and Tuesday next week I am also engaged; but ive me your commands either for Wednesday or Thursday next week, and I will endeavour to pay my duty to your mama and our dear child,-or, if this be not convenient, you will be pleased to name some other time for part of one day, and one night.

I am very sorry your dear mama is not well; my sincerest compliments to her. When I have the honor to attend you, I will thank my kind daughter for the sweetly inditeď letter before me; and for last favours done both by your good mama, yourself, and Miss Betsy, to, my dear Miss Wescomb, Your greatly obliged paternal friend and humble servant, Sept. 1, 1752. S. RICHARDSON.

No. VII.

How can my dear Miss Wescomb imagine it possible for her papa Richardson, honored as he always thought himself with the name, to slight his amiable daughter and friend? Neither distance of time or place can effect such a change in him. But i had really thought myself unhappy, that I had heard you and my honoured sister, your mama, were in town, yet had not been favored with any direction, where to pay my duty to you both or either. Till this moment that I received your sweet complaining letter, I knew not where you were, yet doubted not you were in town, and still expected that the new year would not have been so far advanced, and I deprived of the pleasure of hearing of you, or from you; for the person who told me you were in town, said not where; and I made no doubt but I should soon know from the best hand, that of my amiable daughter.

Think not, my dear Miss Wescomb. that any new acquaintance or friendships can weaken that I ever must bear to your dear mamma self and yours. O that it were in my power to do you real service, and give you true pleasure; then should you find me your frequent personal visitor, as occasions might require, your daily correspondent, as I am your paternal lover and warm friend.

I am very much concerned for your mamma's and your own frequent indispositions. I have been very much out of order myself. Such varieties and such changes of weather, I believe, must have affected both your dear family, and me; I write now with pain, but I would not, so kindly, so pathetically called upon, omit a day to assure you, madam, that I must ever love you, ever honor your dear mamma, and cordially respect Miss Betsey. Many happy years attend you all; but oh ! my daughter, how much pain have you given me when you accuse me of slighting, forgetting, giving up, or being offended with the child that does me honor in calling me, what I ever shall be, whatever accidents shall intervene, Iler paternal friend,

And faithful and affecte
humble servant,

S. RICHARDSON.

London, Feb. 8th, 1758.

No. VIII.

I SHOULD not have appeared so negli gent of my dear Miss Wescomb's favours as her kind message has made me look to be, had I not been a great sufferer from nervous disorders from the time, and even before it, that I had the honor of her last letter. I have indeed been extremely ill. I could not prevail on, ny pen to perform its duty, where there' was not such an absolute necessity for it, as others would have been sufferers by the forbearance; I mean in the way of my business. I am now very far from being but tolerably well; all my comfort is, that the time of year, the vernal equinox (as well as the autumnal), generally most distresses me. This, madam, is the reason of my failure in duty to some of my chosen correspondents; whom I knew would allow for it, when they knew the cause. I would not neglect the kind the very kind call upon me, for one day, hardly for one hour. I thank you for it. The messenger rejoiced me by letting me know that your dear mama is recovered, that you, my

dear Miss Wescomb, and Miss Betsey, are well; God continue to you all, health the greatest blessing of this life; next to the good conscience, of which all three of my beloved friends are in full possession.

I owe my dear Miss Wescomb a longer letter. Yesterday and to day have been very bad ones. But as I said I would not defer assuring you (with my true respects to your mama and Miss Jobson), that I am with great truth and affection,

My dear Miss Wescomb,

Your paternal friend, and faithful, humble servant,

S. RICHARDSON.

London, May 2, 1753. I am glad, for my own sake, that you only dated your last favor Enfield 13, 1753. looked for the month. I hope it was but the last, that's a great while to be a delinquent to a daughter so amiable and obliging.

No. IX.

HAD not my dear Miss Wescomb better have ? She could have 2 vols. (the first publication) together. Two or three months will be the utmost. Now I shall have managed very ill, if she wants not more-and more, and more-till she can see no more bill publications.

and

Yet to shew that I can deny her nothing, I send some of the will more, when she returns those, if she commands them from me. busy work succeeds these..

Some

I must beg that they may not go out of your own hand; and,

That you will return thera as soon as you can, because of the private marks in the margin, which make them of particular use to me.

For you must know, that I have but three setts going as printed, that I may be sure that my workmen may not give them out to pirates in Ireland, &c. as has been frequently done, and as I was served in the two last vols. of Pamela.

You rejoiced me, Selena, by your note acquainting me, that your mama, self, and Miss Betsy, met with no inconvenience by the kind favor you did me. What a turn has my amiable daughter given to what I said of your very pretty very elegant alterations in your sweet garden. It is well I am in a great hurry-1 would else have called you to account, my dear Miss Wescomb, for it.

Secure you a place in my protestant nunnery-very well, Miss WescombAnd do you intend Who is banterer now? very well, my dear Miss Wescomb.

I trouble Mr. Spooner with this parcel. Pray excuse me to him for the liberty.

I told you I was in a hurry. I took my smallest slip of paper, that I might not be tempted writing to you.

Notwithstanding what I said above, if you like these sheets send for more to the end of the first vol. -No further, for you should have something that will be new to you, on publication; and there will be but two published

at first.

My best and most respectful compliments to your dear mama

To yourself my paternal love; To Miss Betsy my true regards and best wishes;

Conclude one for the present, my dear Miss Wescomb,

Your obliged and faithful humble servant,

S. RICHARDSON: London, July 20, 1753.

No. X.

How much, my dear Miss Wescomb, am I concerned to hear such a bad account of the health of your dear mamma: God relieve her in the way that you and I and all her friends wish her to be relieved; and give her many happy years to enjoy her sweet place and beloved daughter.

I, for my part, have so wretched a pain in one side of my face, and which aggravates my old maladies, that I can hardly hold a pen; it takes away my rest, that I am absolutely most part of the day; yet obliged to attend business-But with such misery-But why trouble I you with this account of myself, when you have a case so much more affecting before you, and a mother

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many long letters? You must send me long letters, when you can find your mind more disengaged by the cessation of your mamina's sufferings; and let them consist of observations, corrections, and so forth, to the printed letters I send you. Let Harriet know your displeasure with her if she deserves it. She may be benefited by your correction of her. Chide her for going to a masquerade at all. Allow not in her, any steps, any dissipations, that you would not allow in yourself, and tell her she will not have your pity, if she but inclines to countenance, by her presence, the racketings of modern girls.

Be pleased to keep this parcel in your own hands, and return it as soon as 'perused, to, my dear Miss Wescomb, Your mamma's, and your well wisher, and a well wisher of all you love and honor,

S. RICHARDSON. Tuesday night, 31st July, 1755.

No. XI.

You rejoyced me, my dear Miss Wescombe, when you acquainted me with the amendment of your good mamma's health, as by your last favour, may it be better and better till absolute recovery takes place of all her complaints.

I had thoughts, notwithstanding what I wrote, of sending you a little more of my new work; but deferring it, with such an intention thro' business and a want of resolution to do any thing that was right and pleasant, I received a etter from Ireland, the contents of wh perhaps will contribute to my design publishing sooner than I had thoughts to do; and of consequence will the sooner put two volumes

into your hands. This incident is, Four Dublin booksellers have found means to corrupt some of my workmen to give them copies of my works; which they are printing at several presses in that city, and so will leave me at their pleasure.

And do you charge me, my dear young lady, with telling you à fibShould you not, had I been guilty, rather have pitied your papa than exult over him, as you do?-But indeed, Selena, being unable to honor myself so much as I used to do, I desifed you to consider the printed sheets I sent you as letters written to yourself, and then you would find I wrote to you very long letters; tho' they were ac

companied with such miserable introductory scraps. Acquit me then of the charge; they were not fibs, either white or black, that I told, nor even whity brown. And are not the printed letters written to Miss W.? Surely they are, as well as to many of her worthiest sisters, and in hopes to make you innocently smile, and sometimes generously weep.

Do I call upon you, madam, to admire Harriet? I know I called upon you to blame her-How ready are you to excuse her for going to a masquerade !

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A good reason why-You intend one day to go to one yourself!—and I think hint at Harriet's example?-Does she not deserve double blame for this? So in your last you mentioned a certain young lady that was almost captivated by Sir Hargrave Pollexfen.-Fie, fie, young lady-my boldness to a friend you so dearly love and with reason I would not give pain.

Miss Grandison is a rogue of a girl. You'll find her more and more so as you proceed; but not ungenerous at botton; tho' intolerably playful sometimes. Such spirits as hers will not always be reced in-They may have discretion; but this fine quality does not always like its company; it will be travelling in search of other more suitable to it, than is a super-abundant vivacity

It will come back again generally on its disappointment, finding worse hearts than that it left, but is usually too far off to hear the call of its lively mistress, and then the vivacity overflows its boundaries without a check- and many a hearty quarrel between the two often succeeds when discretion and sees what havock vivacity has been guilty of All one however vivacity will laugh, and not be more than momentarily sorry, and laugh even to see itself able to vex the other-So much at present for Charlotte Grandison, and the book in which she makes a figure, was pretty good, now indifferent, now stark nought; but not criminally so, neither.

My wife, your humble servant, Miss Chapone, a daughter of Mrs. Leake of Bath, our Polly, are all to set out for Bath, God willing, next Tuesday. We shall return by way of Cheltenham, where we shall drop Miss Chapone, and lend to her father, mother, and her Polly, for a month or two: Polly is at Bath; one end of our journey is to bring her back with us.-Could I think

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