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son did Chatterton's judgment select to prepare Rowley's path before him, and to make his way strait! Yet, this iş- be with whom we are told: (Monthly Review, May, 77) Mr. Hale, the late Lord Lyttelton, Lord Camden, Mr. Harris, the Dean of Clogher, and Dr. Mills, have all agreed in opinion. If it be fo,

, is not this the blind leading the blind? ; Bütsi to return from Catcott's contradictions, How very strongly the idea, that a human being may accomplish any thing, had taken poffeffion of Chatterton, one of his letters will convince you. He desires, you will see, his sister to improve herself in copying music, drawing, and every thing, which requires genius; as if genius were no less common to man and woman, than a pair of eyes or a nofe. He gave all his fellow creatures credit for what he felt so plainly himself.

When Voltaire tells us, in his history of

* All that has hitherto appeared in print on the subject of · Rowley, or of Chatterton, is contained in the Monthly Reviews for April, May, and June, 1777 (the Critical gives -extracts, but no opinion): in the Gentleman's Magazines for May, June, July, August, and September, 1777; and Auguft and September, 1778: in the 2d vol. of Wharton, section viii. and the additions to pages 148, 153, 156, and 1645 at the end of the volume: in Mr. Walpole's letter : and, of course,i in Rowley's poems, and Chatterton's mis. cellanies,


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Charles xxii. that, on such a day, he quitted Stockholm, to which he never returned, we are interested enough, even in such a savage, to feel something like concern.

In April, 1770; Chatterton quitted Bristol (from which place he never had before been absent further than he could walk in half a Sunday, and to which place he never returned), to try his fortune in London.---Hear him now tell his own story; and mark how regularly, but how rapidly, his method improves,

Letter i.

Dear Mother;

London, April 26, 1770. Here I am safe, and in high spirits-To give you a journal of my tour would not be unnecessary. After riding in the basket to Brisington, I mounted the top of the coach, and rid easy; and agreeably entertained with the conversation of a quaker in dress, but little ro in personals and behaviour. This laughing friend, who is a carver, lamented his having sent his tools to Worcester, as otherwise he would have accompanied me to London. I left him at Bath; when finding it rained pretty fast, I entered an inside passenger to Speenhamland, the half-way stage, paying seven shillings : 'twas lucky I did so, for it (nowed all night, and on Marl. borough downs the snow was near a foot high.

At leven in the morning I breakfasted at Speerthamland, and then mounted the coach-box for the remainder of the day, which was a remarkable fine one. Honest gee-ho complimented me with assuring me, that I sat bolder and

tighter he would not have dared to use him so ill, if he had not acquainted him with the narrowness of his circumstances.” This Mr. W. calls “ fingularly impertinent." Let me alk what treatment Mr. W. would expect from an equal to whom he should tacitly refuse to return something which had been lent? Let me ask again, what else could be expected Q

tighter than any person who ever rid with him --Dined at Stroud most luxuriantly, with a young gentleman who had Nept all the preceding night in the machine; and an old mer, cantile genius whose school boy son had a great deal of wit, as the father thought, in remarking that Windsor was as old as our Saviour's time.

Got into London about 5 o'clock in the evening ---called upon Mr. Edmunds, Mr. Fell, Mr. Hamilton and Mr. Dodsley. Great encouragement from them; all approved of my design ; shall soon be settled. Call upon Mr. Lambert, Mew him this, or tell him, if I deserve a recom. mendation, he would oblige me to give me one if I do not, it would be beneath him to take notice of me. * Seen



* An anecdote, less authentic and less striking than this, in the course of a long life, shall confer immortality, and afford subject for eternal panegyrics. Recollect the age the situation of Chatterton at this time.---The editor takes the liberty of adding to this note of Mr. H. by observing that, when Mr. Walpole wrote Chatterton word he wanted faith about the antient poems he had received, Chatterton maintained their genuineness, and demanded to have them returned, as they were the property of another gentleman -----when Mr. W. went to France without returning them, the same spirit which led him to write thus to his mother, led him to demand his poems in a haughtier stile of Mr. W. on his return to England, and to write him word, that all aunts, coulins---all well---and I am welcome. Mr. T:Wensley is alive and coming home.---Sifter, grandmother, &c. &c. &c. remember---) remain,


Your dutiful son,

T. Chatterton,

Lotter 2.

Shoreditch, London, May, 6, 1770.

Dear Mother,

I am surprized that no letter has been sent in answer to my latt. I am fettled, and in such a settlement as I would desire. I get four guineas a month hy one magazine: Mall engage to write a history of England and other pieces, which will more than double that sum. Occasional essays for the daily papers would more than support me. What a glorious prospect! Mr. Wilkes knew me by my writings since I first corresponded with the booksellers here. I shall visit him next week, and by his interest will ensure Mrs. Ballance the Trinity House, He affirmed that what Mr. Fell had of mine could not be the writings of a youth; and expressed a desire to know the author. By the means of another bookseller I shall be introduced to Townshend and Sawbridge, 'I am quite familiar at the Chapter Coffee-house, and know all the geniuses there. A character is now unnecessary; an


from the foreness which always accompanies (especially, when in want) that “ consciousness of superior abilities," to which even Mr, W, cannot refuse applause?

awthor carries his character in his pen. My sister will im prove herself in drawing. My grandmother is, I hope, well, Bristol's mercenary walls were never destined to hold me there, I was out of my element; now, I am in it-London ! Good God ! how superior is London to that despicable place Bristol-here is none of your little meannesses, none of your mercenary securities which disgrace that miserable hamlet. - Dress, which is in Bristol an eternal fund of scandal, is here only introduced as a subject of praise; if a man dresses well, he has taste; if careless, he has his own reasons for fo doing, and is prudent. Need I remind you of the contrast? The poverty of authors is a common obfervation, but not always a true one. No author can be poor who understands the arts of booksellers-Without this necessary knowledge, the greatest genius may starve; and, with it, the greatest dunce live in splendor. This knowledge I have pretty well dipped into.-The Levant man of war, in which T. Wensley went out, is at Portsmouth; but no news of him yet. I lodge in one of Mr. Walmsley's belt rooms. Let Mr. Cary copy the letters on the other side, and give them to the persons for whom they are designed, if not too much labour for him..

I remain, yours, &c.

T. Chatterton.

P.S, I have fome trifing presents for my mother, filter Thorne, &c.

Sunday morning.

For Mr. T. CARY.

I have sent you a task. I hope no unpleasing one. Tell all your acquaintance for the future to read the Freeholder's



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