he has, to a great degree, if the love of riches and power do not overbalance.
Pray God long continue the gifts he has bestowed you, to be the chief support of liberty to your country, and let all the people say, Amen.
I am with the truest respect, and highest esteem,
sir, your, &c.
FROM THE EARL OF ORRERY.
I RECEIVED your commands, by Faulkner, to write to you. But what can I say? The scene of Cork is ever the same; dull, insipid, and void of all amusement. His sacred majesty was not under greater difficulty to find out diversions at Helvoetsluys, than I am here. The butchers are as greasy, the quakers as formal, and the presbyterians as holy, and full of the Lord, as usual: all things are in statu quo; even the hogs and pigs gruntle in the same cadence as of yore. Unfurnished with variety, and drooping under the natural dulness of the place, materials for a letter are as hard to be found, as money, sense, honesty, or truth. But I will write on; Ogilby, Blackmore, and my lord Grimstone[1], have done the same before me.
I have not yet been upon the Change; but am told, that you are the idol of the court of alder-
- ↑ Author of "Love in a Hollow Tree."
