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flatter myself there are few of them I shall ever see again.
I have great joy in Dr. Young,1 whom I disturbed in a reverie; at first he started, then bowed, then fell back in a surprize, then began a speech, relapsed into his astonishment two or three times, forgot what he had been saying, began a new subject, and so went on. I told him your Grace desired he would write longer letters; to which he cried Ha ! most emphatic≠ally, and I leave you to interpret what it meant. He had made a friendship with one person here, whom, I believe, you would not imagine to have been made for his bosom friend. You would, perhaps, suppose it was a bishop, a dean, a prebend, a pious preacher, a clergyman of exemplary life; or if a layman, of most virtuous conversation, one that had para≠phrased St. Matthew, or wrote comments on Saint Paul; one blind with studying the Hebrew text, or more versed in the Jewish Chronicle than the English history; a man that knew more of the Levitical law, than of the civil or common law of England. You would not guess that this associate of the Doctor's wasó
1 Edward Young (1683-1765), author of The Complaint, or. Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality, 1742. m 177