I have just read an admirable review of Senior’s upon Ireland, for the next Edinburgh Review. Nothing can be wiser or better; at the same time, how can any two enlightened persons differ upon such a subject?
Pray do not put off coming to town next year, or, at least, coming to Combe Florey; for I am afraid I cannot put off dying much longer;—not that I am ill, but old. I am very glad you like my American Letters. The question is, will they make them angry or honest,—or both? I did not however mean to say what would make them pay, but to show them that their conduct had been shameful in not paying before, and should leave upon them this feeling, whether they ultimately paid or not.
Tell William Murray, with my kindest regards, to get for you, when he comes to town, a book called ‘Arabiniana, or Remains of Mr. Serjeant Arabin,’—very witty and humorous. It is given away—not sold, but I have in vain endeavoured to get a copy.