men
, and in Lucretius (not Busby's translation) about yourselves
. Your bard has made you very
nonchalant
and blest; but as he has excused
us
from damnation, I don't envy you your blessedness much—a little, to be sure. I remember, last year, —— [Lady Oxford] said to me, at —— [Eywood], "Have we not passed our last month like the gods of Lucretius?" And so we had. She is an adept in the text of the original (which I like too); and when that booby Bus. sent his translating prospectus, she subscribed. But, the devil prompting him to add a specimen, she transmitted him a subsequent answer, saying, that "after perusing it, her conscience would not permit her to allow her name to remain on the list of subscribblers."
night, at Lord H.'s—Mackintosh, the Ossulstones, Puységur