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To your friendly accusation, I am glad I can plead not guilty with a safe conscience. Dodsley told me in the spring that the plates
from Mr. Bentley's designs were worn out, and he wanted to have them copied and reduced to a smaller
scale for a new edition. I dissuaded him from so silly an expense, and desired he would put in no ornaments at all. The Long Story was to be totally omitted, as its only use (that of explaining the prints) was gone: but to supply the
place of it in bulk, lest my works should be mistaken for the works of a flea, or a pismire, I promised to send
him an equal weight of poetry or prose: so, since my return hither, I put up about two ounces of stuff; viz. The Fatal Sisters, The
Descent of Odin (of both which you have copies), a bit of something from the Welch, and certain little
notes, partly from justice (to acknowledge the debt, where I had borrowed any thing), partly from ill temper, just to tell the gentle reader, that Edward I. was not Oliver Cromwell, nor queen Elizabeth the witch of
Endor. This is literally all; and with all this I shall be but a shrimp of an author. I gave leave
also to print the same thing at Glasgow; but I doubt my packet has miscarried, for I hear nothing of
its arrival as yet. To what you say to me so civilly, that I ought to write more, I reply in your own words (like the
pamphleteer, who is going to confute you out of your own mouth), What has one to do, when turned of fifty, but really to think of finishing? However, I will be candid (for you seem to be so with me), and
avow to you, that till fourscore-and-ten, whenever the humour takes me, I will write, because I like it; and because I like myself
better when I do so. If I do not write much, it is because I cannot. As you have not this last plea, I
see no reason why you should not continue as long as it is agreeable to yourself, and to all such as have any curiosity of judgment in
the subjects you choose to treat. By the way let me tell you (while it is fresh) that lord Sandwich, who was lately dining at
Cambridge, speaking (as I am told) handsomely of your book, said, it was pity you did not know that his cousin Manchester had a genealogy of the kings, which came down no lower than to Richard III. and at the end of it were two
portraits of Richard and his son, in which that king appeared to be a handsome man. I tell you it as I heard it: perhaps you may think
it worth enquiring into.
I have looked into Speed and Leslie. It appears very odd, that Speed in the speech he makes for P.
Warbeck, addressed to James IV. of Scotland, should three times cite the manuscript proclamation of Perkin, then
in the hands of Sir Robert Cotton; and yet when he gives us the proclamation afterwards (on occasion
of the insurrection in Cornwall) he does not cite any such manuscript. In Casley's Catalogue of the Cotton Library you may see whether this manuscript proclamation still exists or not: if it does, it may be found at the
Musæum. Leslie will give you no satisfaction at all: though no subject of England, he could not write freely on this matter, as the
title of Mary his mistress to the crown of England was derived from that of Henry VII. Accordingly, he every where treats Perkin as an
impostor; yet drops several little expressions inconsistent with that supposition. He has preserved no proclamation: he only puts a
short speech into Perkin's mouth, the substance of which is taken by Speed, and translated in the end of his, which is a good deal
longer: the whole matter is treated by Leslie very concisely and superficially. I can easily transcribe it, if you please; but I do not
see that it could answer any purpose.
Mr. Boswell's book I was going to recommend to you, when I received your letter: it has pleased and moved me strangely, all (I mean) that relates to Paoli. He is a man born two thousand years after his time! The pamphlet proves what I have always maintained, that any fool may write a most valuable book by chance, if he will only tell us what he heard and saw with veracity. Of Mr. Boswell's truth I have not the least suspicion, because I am sure he could invent nothing of this kind. The true title of this part of his work is, A Dialogue between a Greengoose and a Hero.
I had been told of a manuscript in Benet-library: the inscription of it is Itinerarium Fratris Simonis
Simeonis
et Hugonis Illuminatoris, 1322. Would not one think this should promise something? They were two Franciscan
friars that came from Ireland, and passed through Wales to London, to Canterbury, to Dover, and so to France in their way to Jerusalem.
All that relates to our own country has been transcribed for me, and (sorry am I to say) signifies not a halfpenny: only this little
bit might be inserted in your next edition of the Painters: Ad aliud caput civitatis (Londoniæ) est
monasterium nigrorum monachorum nomine Westmonasterium, in quo constanter et communiter omnes reges Angliæ sepeliuntur—et eidem
monasterio quasi immediatè conjungitur illud famosissimum palatium regis, in quo est illa vulgata camera, in cujus parietibus sunt
omnes historiæ bellicæ totius Bibliæ ineffabiliter depictæ, atque in Gallico completissimè et perfectissimè conscriptæ, in non modicâ
intuentium admiratione et maximâ regali magnificentiâ.
I have had certain observations on your Royal and Noble Authors given me to send you perhaps about three years ago: last week I found them in a drawer, and (my conscience being troubled) now enclose them to you. I have even forgot whose they are.
I have been also told of a passage in Ph. de Comines, which (if you know) ought not to have been passed over. The book is not at hand at present, and I must conclude my letter.