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            <title>Thomas Gray to Horace Walpole (3 January 1736)</title>
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                        <title>Correspondence of Thomas Gray</title>, 3 vols. Ed. by the late Paget Toynbee and Leonard Whibley, with corrections and additions by H. W. Starr. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1971 [1st ed. 1935], letter no. 20, vol. i, 35-38
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                        <title>The Correspondence of Gray, Walpole, West and Ashton (1734-1771)</title>, 2 vols. Chronologically arranged and edited with introduction, notes, and index by Paget Toynbee. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1915, letter no. 23, vol. i, 55-59
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                        <title>The Yale Edition of Horace Walpole's Correspondence</title>. Ed. by W. S. Lewis. New Haven, Conn.: Yale UP; London: Oxford UP, 1937-83, vols. 13/14: <title>Horace Walpole's Correspondence with Thomas Gray, Richard West and Thomas Ashton</title> i, 1734-42, <title>Horace Walpole's Correspondence with Thomas Gray</title> ii, 1745-71, ed. by W. S. Lewis, George L. Lam and Charles H. Bennett, 1948, vol. i, 95-98
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            <dateline>Jan: 3–  London [           ]</dateline>
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         <p>A thousand thanks for the thousand happy New-years you sent me, &amp; which, I suppose, a thousand good-natured people have made you
					a present of, in the overflowings of their zeal:</p>
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            <p>– May each revolving year <lb/> With blessings crown'd, like this, returning smile <lb/> On [     ], the happiest of his Kind– </p>
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         <p>I need not wish anything further, since (as I wish, what you do) to be sure you know my wishes already: Wise folks say the wise mans
					happiness is in himself; pray, are you the wise man? they tell you too, that mortal happiness is not of long continuance; heaven send,
					yours may last, till you wish for a little misery; nay! and longer still: I can't tell whither our situations are much changed, since
					this time twelvemonth; certain I am however, that there is a great alteration: I don't succeed to your diversions in town, I believe,
					&amp; yet am absent from Cambridge without regret, nay with pleasure, tho' not infinitely happier here: –I have very little to
					tell you, as to the place, call'd London:– Adriano expired a few days ago, &amp; his auncient
					Predecessour Artaxerxes succeeds him for the present, w<hi rend="super">ch</hi> I think to visit to
					night: the [Town (in submissio]n to your judgement) don't much admire Delane; Mrs Porter acts in ye Albion Queens, but I
					shall stay for another Play, before I see her; neither have I much inclination for old Cibber in Sr
					Courtly Nice, nor for young Mrs Cibber in Voltaire's Zara, in w<hi rend="super">ch</hi> she performs the principal part for ye first time of her appearance in that
					way: I went to King Arthur last night, which is exceeding fine; they have a new man to [suppl]y Delane's place, one Johnson, with ye finest person &amp; face in the world
					to all appearance; but as awkward, as a Button-maker; in short, if he knew how to manage his Beauties
					to advantage, I should not wonder, if all the Women run mad for him: the inchanted part of the play, is not Machinery, but actual
					magick: the second scene is a British temple enough to make one go back a thousand years, &amp; really be in ancient Britain: the Songs
					are all Church-musick, &amp; in every one of ye Chorus's Mrs Chambers sung ye chief part, accompanied
					with</p>
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            <p>Roarings, Squawlings &amp; Squeakations dire</p>
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         <p>Mrs Giffard is by way of Emmeline, &amp; should be blind, but, heaven knows! I would not wish to see
					better than she does, &amp; seems to do; for when Philidel restores her to sight, her eyes are not at
					all better than before; she is led in at first, by a Creature, yt was more like a Devil by half, than Grimbald himself; she took herself for Madame la Confidente, but every body else took her to be in the Circumstances
					of Damnation: when Emmeline comes to her sight, she beholds this Mrs Matilda first, &amp; cries
					out</p>
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            <p>Are Women all like thee? such glorious Creatures!</p>
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         <p>which set the people into such a laugh, as lasted the whole Act: the Frost Scene is excessive fine; the first Scene of it is only a
					Cascade, that seems frozen; with the Genius of Winter asleep &amp; wrapt in furs, who upon the approach of Cupid, after much quivering,
					&amp; shaking sings the finest song in the Play: just after, the Scene opens, &amp; shows a view of arched rocks coverd with Ice &amp;
					Snow to ye end of ye Stage; between the arches are upon pedestals of Snow eight Images of old men &amp; women, that seem frozen into
					Statues, with Icicles hanging about them &amp; almost hid in frost, &amp; from ye end come Singers, viz: Mrs Chambers, &amp;c: &amp;
					Dancers all rubbing their hands &amp; chattering with cold with fur gowns &amp; worsted gloves in abundance; there are several more
					beautiful Scenes; but rather than describe 'em, I ought to beg pardon for interrupting your happiness so long, and conclude myself </p>
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