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'APPENDIX (o) TO VOLUME I.

" As I shall not have another opportunity of receiving money from; your bounty
" till my return to Ireland, so I have drawn for the last sum that I.hope I shall
" ever trouble you for; 'tis 20Z. And, now, dear sir, let me .here acknowledge the
'' humility of the station in which you found me; let me tell how I was despised by
" most, and hateful to myself. Poverty, hopeless poverty, was my lot, and Melan-
'' choly was beginning to make me her own. When you—but I stop here, to inquire
'' how your health goes on. How does my dear cousin Jenny, and has she recovered
'' her late complaint ? How does my poor Jack Goldsmith ? I fear his disorder is
"of such a nature as he won't easily recover. I wish, my dear Sir, you would
"make me happy by another letter before I go abroad, for there I shall hardly hear
"from you. I shall carry just 33Z. to France, with good store of clothes, shirts, &c.
"&c., and that with economy will serve. •

" I have spent more than a fortnight every second day at the Duke of Hamilton's,
" but it seems they like me more as a jester than as a companion ; so I disdained
" so servile an employment; 'twas unworthy my calling as a physician.

"I have nothing new to add from this country ; and I beg, dear sii¹, yoxi will
" excuse this letter, so filled with egotism. I wish you may be revenged on me,
" by sending an answer filled with nothing but an account of yourself.

" I am, dear Uncle,

" Your most devoted

"OHVER, GOLDSMITH.

" Give my------how'shall I express'it? Give my earnest love to Mr. and

" Mrs. Lawder."

IV. TO THE REV. THOMAS COOTABINE.

Finally, I subjoin the whole of the third letter to Mr. Contarine
described at p. 57, written from Leyden, but without any other date. ..

" DEAU SIR, " LEYCEN. [Dato wanting.]

" I suppose by this time I am accused of either neglect or ingratitude,

"and my silence imputed to my usual slowness of writing. But believe mo,

" Sir, when I say, that till now I had not an opportunity of sitting down with

" that ease of mind which writing required. You may see by the top of the letter

'' that I am at Leyden ; but of my journey hitter you must be informed. Sometime

"after the receipt of your last, I embarked for Ikmrcleaux, on board a Scotch

"ship called the St. Andrews, Gapt. John Wall, master. The ship made a tolerable

"appearance, and as another inducement, I was let'to know that six agreeable

" passengers were to be my company. Well, we were but two days at sea when a

" storm drove us into a city of England called Newcastle-upon-Tyne. We all wont

' ashore to refresh us after the fatigue of our voyage. Seven men and I wore one

' day on shore, and on the following evening as we were all very merry, the room

' door bursts open : enters a serjeant and twelve grenadiers with their bayonets

' screwed : and puts us all under the King's arrest. It seems my company were

' Scotchmen in the French service, and had been in Scotland to'enlist soldiers for

' the French army. I endeavoured all I could to prove iny innocence ; however,

' I remained in prison with the rest a fortnight, and with difficulty got off even

' then. Dear sir, keep this all a secret, or at least say it was for debt; for if it

' were once known at the university, I should hardly get a degree. But hear how



	'APPENDIX (o) TO VOLUME I.

	" As I shall not have another opportunity of receiving money from; your bounty " till my return to Ireland, so I have drawn for the last sum that I.hope I shall " ever trouble you for; 'tis 20Z. And, now, dear sir, let me .here acknowledge the '' humility of the station in which you found me; let me tell how I was despised by " most, and hateful to myself. Poverty, hopeless poverty, was my lot, and Melan- '' choly was beginning to make me her own. When you—but I stop here, to inquire '' how your health goes on. How does my dear cousin Jenny, and has she recovered '' her late complaint ? How does my poor Jack Goldsmith ? I fear his disorder is "of such a nature as he won't easily recover. I wish, my dear Sir, you would "make me happy by another letter before I go abroad, for there I shall hardly hear "from you. I shall carry just 33Z. to France, with good store of clothes, shirts, &c. "&c., and that with economy will serve. • " I have spent more than a fortnight every second day at the Duke of Hamilton's, " but it seems they like me more as a jester than as a companion ; so I disdained " so servile an employment; 'twas unworthy my calling as a physician. "I have nothing new to add from this country ; and I beg, dear sii¹, yoxi will " excuse this letter, so filled with egotism. I wish you may be revenged on me, " by sending an answer filled with nothing but an account of yourself. " I am, dear Uncle, " Your most devoted "OHVER, GOLDSMITH. " Give my------how'shall I express'it? Give my earnest love to Mr. and " Mrs. Lawder."

	IV. TO THE REV. THOMAS COOTABINE. Finally, I subjoin the whole of the third letter to Mr. Contarine described at p. 57, written from Leyden, but without any other date. .. " DEAU SIR, " LEYCEN. [Dato wanting.] " I suppose by this time I am accused of either neglect or ingratitude, "and my silence imputed to my usual slowness of writing. But believe mo, " Sir, when I say, that till now I had not an opportunity of sitting down with " that ease of mind which writing required. You may see by the top of the letter '' that I am at Leyden ; but of my journey hitter you must be informed. Sometime "after the receipt of your last, I embarked for Ikmrcleaux, on board a Scotch "ship called the St. Andrews, Gapt. John Wall, master. The ship made a tolerable "appearance, and as another inducement, I was let'to know that six agreeable " passengers were to be my company. Well, we were but two days at sea when a " storm drove us into a city of England called Newcastle-upon-Tyne. We all wont ' ashore to refresh us after the fatigue of our voyage. Seven men and I wore one ' day on shore, and on the following evening as we were all very merry, the room ' door bursts open : enters a serjeant and twelve grenadiers with their bayonets ' screwed : and puts us all under the King's arrest. It seems my company were ' Scotchmen in the French service, and had been in Scotland to'enlist soldiers for ' the French army. I endeavoured all I could to prove iny innocence ; however, ' I remained in prison with the rest a fortnight, and with difficulty got off even ' then. Dear sir, keep this all a secret, or at least say it was for debt; for if it ' were once known at the university, I should hardly get a degree. But hear how