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LETTER TO MKS. ANNE GOLDSMITH.

" years, and was a clear-headed, observing old man. He often amused
"me and otters with anecdotes of the distinguished individuals

known to him as frequenters of the Library; and one day, speakin*
« of Goldsmith, he told us that the poet was eagerly greeted onhS
" entrance, and always conversed so pleasantly, that he had behind Ms
" chair a crowd of respectful auditors and admirers.

" Your efforts to uphold the fair fame of him who' has bequeathed to
" the national literature the undying View of WakefoM &c> will I
" hope, plead for me, and prevail with you to forgive this intrusion on
" the part of Sir,

" Your most obt. humble servant,

" JOHN FOBSTER, ESQ. « EDWARD MANGIN."

B. (PAGES 45—47.)

The letter to Mrs. Anne Goldsmith, which must be read with the
allowance mentioned in the text, is here subjoined,

" MY DEAR MOTHER,

" If you will sit down and calmly listen to what I say, you shall be
" fully resolved in every one of those many questions you have asked me. I went
'' to Cork and converted my horse, which you prize so much higher than Fiddle-
" back, into cash, took my passage in a ship bound for America, and, at the same
'' time, paid the captain for my freight and all the other expenses of my voyage.
" But it so happened that the wind did not answer for three weeks; and you
" know, mother, that I could not command the elements. My misfortune was
'' that when the wind served I happened to be with a party in the country, and
'' my friend the captain never inquired after me, but set sail with as much indif-
'' fcroiice as if I had been on board. The remainder of my time I employed in the
'' city and its environs, viewing everything curious, and you know no one can
'' starve while he has money in his pocket.

" Reduced, however, to my last two guineas, I began to think of my dear
" mother and friends whom I had left behind me, and so bought that generous
" beast Piddleback, and made adieu to Cork with only five shillings in my poeket.
" Tliis to bo sure was but a scanty 'allowance for man and horse towards a journey
" of above a hundred miles; but I did not despair, for I knew I must find friends
'' on the road.

" I recollected particularly an old and faithful acquaintance I made at college,
'' who had often and earnestly pressed me to spend a summer with him, and he
"lived but eight miles from Cork. This circumstance of vicinity he would
" expatiate on to me with peculiar emphasis. 'We shall,' says he, 'enjoythe
" 'delights of both city and country, and you shall command my stable and my
" 'purse.'"

" However, upon the way I met a poor woman all in tears, who told me her
" husband had been arrested for a debt he was not able to pay, and that his eight
" children must now starve,-bereaved' as they were of Ms industry, which had



	LETTER TO MKS. ANNE GOLDSMITH. " years, and was a clear-headed, observing old man. He often amused "me and otters with anecdotes of the distinguished individuals known to him as frequenters of the Library; and one day, speakin* « of Goldsmith, he told us that the poet was eagerly greeted onhS " entrance, and always conversed so pleasantly, that he had behind Ms " chair a crowd of respectful auditors and admirers. " Your efforts to uphold the fair fame of him who' has bequeathed to " the national literature the undying View of WakefoM &c> will I " hope, plead for me, and prevail with you to forgive this intrusion on " the part of Sir, " Your most obt. humble servant, " JOHN FOBSTER, ESQ. « EDWARD MANGIN."

	B. (PAGES 45—47.) The letter to Mrs. Anne Goldsmith, which must be read with the allowance mentioned in the text, is here subjoined, " MY DEAR MOTHER, " If you will sit down and calmly listen to what I say, you shall be " fully resolved in every one of those many questions you have asked me. I went '' to Cork and converted my horse, which you prize so much higher than Fiddle- " back, into cash, took my passage in a ship bound for America, and, at the same '' time, paid the captain for my freight and all the other expenses of my voyage. " But it so happened that the wind did not answer for three weeks; and you " know, mother, that I could not command the elements. My misfortune was '' that when the wind served I happened to be with a party in the country, and '' my friend the captain never inquired after me, but set sail with as much indif- '' fcroiice as if I had been on board. The remainder of my time I employed in the '' city and its environs, viewing everything curious, and you know no one can '' starve while he has money in his pocket. " Reduced, however, to my last two guineas, I began to think of my dear " mother and friends whom I had left behind me, and so bought that generous " beast Piddleback, and made adieu to Cork with only five shillings in my poeket. " Tliis to bo sure was but a scanty 'allowance for man and horse towards a journey " of above a hundred miles; but I did not despair, for I knew I must find friends '' on the road. " I recollected particularly an old and faithful acquaintance I made at college, '' who had often and earnestly pressed me to spend a summer with him, and he "lived but eight miles from Cork. This circumstance of vicinity he would " expatiate on to me with peculiar emphasis. 'We shall,' says he, 'enjoythe " 'delights of both city and country, and you shall command my stable and my " 'purse.'" " However, upon the way I met a poor woman all in tears, who told me her " husband had been arrested for a debt he was not able to pay, and that his eight " children must now starve,-bereaved' as they were of Ms industry, which had