FROM LORD CASTLEDURROW.
I RECEIVED the honour of your letter with that pleasure which they have always given me. If I have deferred acknowledging longer than usual, I should not be at a loss to make an excuse, if I could be so vain as to imagine you required any. Virtue forbids us to continue in debt, and gratitude obliges us at least to own favours too large for us to pay; therefore I must write rather than reproach myself, and blush at having neglected it when I wait upon you; though you may retort, blushes should proceed rather from the pen than from silence; which pleads a modest diffidence, that often obtains pardon.
I am delighted with the sketch of your Imperium, and beg I may be presented to your first minister, sir Robert[1]. Your puddings I have been acquainted with these forty years; they are the best sweet thing I ever eat. The economy of your table is delicious; a little and perfectly good, is the greatest treat; and that elegance in sorting company puts me in mind of Corelli's orcastro[2], in forming which he excelled
mankind.
- ↑ A name he gave his housekeeper, Mrs. Brent.
- ↑ His lordship probably uses this word for orchestre. Corelli, the famous Italian musician and composer, and director of the pope's choir at Rome, was eminent for his skill in forming and disposing the several musicians in a concert. He was so affected with the character and abilities of our famous Harry Purcell, that, as fame re-
ports,
