I take the liberty to send you two brace of grouse,—curious, because killed by a Scotch metaphysician; in other and better language, they are mere ideas, shot by other ideas, out of a pure intellectual notion, called a gun.
I found a great number of philosophers in Edinburgh, in a high state of obscurity and metaphysics.
Dugald Stewart is extremely alarmed by the repeated assurances I made that he was the author of ‘Plymley’s Letters,’—or generally considered so to be.
I have been staying here two days on my return, and two days on my journey to Edinburgh. An excellent man, Lord Grey, and pleasant to be seen in the bosom of his family. I approve very highly, also of his lady.