Going
Along The Street We Met The English Poet Laureate, Warton, Now
Rather An Elderly Man; And Yet He Is Still The Fellow Of A College.
His Greatest Pleasure Next To Poetry Is, As Mr. Maud Told Me,
Shooting Wild Ducks.
Mr. Maud seemed upon the whole to be a most worthy and philanthropic
man.
He told me, that where he now officiated the clerk was dead,
and had left a numerous family in the greatest distress; and that he
was going to the place next day, on purpose to try if he could bring
about the election of the son, a lad about sixteen years of age, in
the place of his deceased father, as clerk, to support a necessitous
family.
At the Mitre, the inn where I lodged, there was hardly a minute in
which some students or others did not call, either to drink, or to
amuse themselves in conversation with the daughter of the landlord,
who is not only handsome, but sensible, and well behaved.
They often spoke to me much in praise of a German, of the name of
Mitchel, at least they pronounced it so, who had for many years
rendered himself famous as a musician. I was rejoiced to hear one
of my countrymen thus praised by the English; and wished to have
paid him a visit, but I had not the good fortune to find him at
home.
CHAPTER XI.
Castleton, June 30th.
Before I tell you anything of the place where I now am, I will
proceed regularly in my narrative, and so begin now where I left off
in my last letter.
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