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'If ev'ry wheel of that unwearied mill That turned ten thousand verses now stands still.' |
Imitations of Horace, 2 Epis. ii. 78.
[717] Ante, p. 206.
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'Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos Ducit.'—Ovid, Ex Pont. i. 3. 35. |
[719] Lift up your hearts.
[720] Mr. Croker prints the following letter written to Macleod the day before:—
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'Ostig, 28th Sept. 1773. |
'DEAR SIR,—We are now on the margin of the sea, waiting for a boat and a wind. Boswell grows impatient; but the kind treatment which I find wherever I go, makes me leave, with some heaviness of heart, an island which I am not very likely to see again. Having now gone as far as horses can carry us, we thankfully return them. My steed will, I hope, be received with kindness;—he has borne me, heavy as I am, over ground both rough and steep, with great fidelity; and for the use of him, as for your other favours, I hope you will believe me thankful, and willing, at whatever distance we may be placed, to shew my sense of your kindness, by any offices of friendship that may fall within my power.
'Lady Macleod and the young ladies have, by their hospitality and politeness, made an impression on my mind, which will not easily be effaced. Be pleased to tell them, that I remember them with great tenderness, and great respect.—I am, Sir, your most obliged and most humble servant,