DEAR DICK,

I shall to-morrow set out for London, where I have bespoke lodgings, at

Mrs Norton’s in Golden-square. Although I am no admirer of Bath, I shall

leave it with regret; because I must part with some old friends,

whom, in all probability, I shall never see again. In the course of

coffeehouse conversation, I had often heard very extraordinary encomiums

passed on the performances of Mr T--, a gentleman residing in this

place, who paints landscapes for his amusement. As I have no great

confidence in the taste and judgment of coffeehouse connoisseurs, and

never received much pleasure from this branch of the art, those general

praises made no impression at all on my curiosity; but, at the request

of a particular friend, I went yesterday to see the pieces, which had

been so warmly commended--I must own I am no judge of painting, though

very fond of pictures. I don’t imagine that my senses would play me so

false, as to betray me into admiration of any thing that was very bad;

but, true it is, I have often overlooked capital beauties, in pieces of

extraordinary merit.--If I am not totally devoid of taste, however, this

young gentleman of Bath is the best landscape-painter now living: I was

struck with his performances in such a manner, as I had never been

by painting before. His trees not only have a richness of foliage

and warmth of colouring, which delights the view; but also a certain

magnificence in the disposition and spirit in the expression, which

I cannot describe. His management of the chiaro oscuro, or light and

shadow, especially gleams of sunshine, is altogether wonderful, both in

the contrivance and execution; and he is so happy in his perspective,

and marking his distances at sea, by a progressive series of ships,

vessels, capes, and promontories, that I could not help thinking, I had

a distant view of thirty leagues upon the back-ground of the picture. If

there is any taste for ingenuity left in a degenerate age, fast sinking

into barbarism, this artist, I apprehend, will make a capital figure, as

soon as his works are known.

Two days ago, I was favoured with a visit by Mr Fitzowen; who, with

great formality, solicited my vote and interest at the general election.

I ought not to have been shocked at the confidence of this man; though

it was remarkable, considering what had passed between him and me on a

former occasion--These visits are mere matter of form, which a candidate

makes to every elector; even to those who, he knows, are engaged in

the interest of his competitor, lest he should expose himself to the

imputation of pride, at a time when it is expected he should appear

humble. Indeed, I know nothing so abject as the behaviour of a

man canvassing for a seat in parliament--This mean prostration (to

borough-electors, especially) has, I imagine, contributed in a great

measure to raise that spirit of insolence among the vulgar; which, like

the devil, will be found very difficult to lay. Be that as it may, I was

in some confusion at the effrontery of Fitzowen; but I soon recollected

myself, and told him, I had not yet determined for whom I should give my

vote, nor whether I should give it for any.--The truth is, I look upon

both candidates in the same light; and should think myself a traitor to

the constitution of my country, if I voted for either. If every elector

would bring the same consideration home to his conscience, we should not

have such reason to exclaim against the venality of p--ts. But we all

are a pack of venal and corrupted rascals; so lost to all sense of

honesty, and all tenderness of character, that, in a little time, I am

fully persuaded, nothing will be infamous but virtue and public-spirit.

G. H--, who is really an enthusiast in patriotism, and represented the

capital in several successive parliaments, declared to me t’other day,

with the tears in his eyes, that he had lived above thirty years in the

city of London, and dealt in the way of commerce with all the citizens

of note in their turns; but that, as he should answer to God, he had

never, in the whole course of his life, found above three or four

whom he could call thoroughly honest: a declaration which was rather

mortifying than surprising to me; who have found so few men of worth

in the course of my acquaintance, that they serve only as exceptions;

which, in the grammarian’s phrase, confirm and prove a general canon--I

know you will say, G. H-- saw imperfectly through the mist of prejudice,

and I am rankled by the spleen--Perhaps, you are partly in the right;

for I have perceived that my opinion of mankind, like mercury in the

thermometer, rises and falls according to the variations of the weather.

Pray settle accompts with Barnes; take what money of mine is in his

hands, and give him acquittance. If you think Davis has stock or credit

enough to do justice to the farm, give him a discharge for the rent that

is due, this will animate his industry; for I know that nothing is so

discouraging to a farmer as the thoughts of being in arrears with his

landlord. He becomes dispirited, and neglects his labour; and so the

farm goes to wreck. Tabby has been clamouring for some days about the

lamb’s skin, which Williams, the hind, begged of me, when he was last at

Bath. Prithee take it back, paying the fellow the full value of it, that

I may have some peace in my own house; and let him keep his own counsel,

if he means to keep his place--O! I shall never presume to despise or

censure any poor man, for suffering himself to be henpecked; conscious

how I myself am obliged to truckle to a domestic demon; even though

(blessed be God) she is not yoked with me for life, in the matrimonial

waggon--She has quarrelled with the servants of the house about vails;

and such intolerable scolding ensued on both sides, that I have been

fain to appease the cook and chambermaid by stealth. Can’t you find some

poor gentleman of Wales, to take this precious commodity off the hands

of

Yours, MATT. BRAMBLE BATH, May 19.

To Dr LEWIS.

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