ken my usual degrading
and uncharitable views of him--for, you see, I have not uttered a single
word of virtuous indignation against his conduct, and if it was not
reprehensible, have certainly judged him most cruelly. O the Truthful,
O the Beautiful, O Modesty, O Benevolence, O Pudor, O Mores, O Blushing
Shame, O Namby Pamby--each with your respective capital letters to your
honoured names! O Niminy, O Piminy! how shall I dare for to go for to
say that a young man ever was a young man?

No doubt, dear young lady, I am calumniating Mr. Warrington according to
my heartless custom. As a proof here is a letter out of the Warrington
collection, from Harry to his mother in which there is not a single word
that would lead you to suppose he was leading a wild life. And such a
letter from an only son to a fond and exemplary parent, we know must be
true:--

"BOND STREET, LONDON, October 25, 1756.

"HONORD MADAM--I take up my pen to acknowledge your honored favor of 10
July per Lively Virginia packet, which has duly come to hand, forwarded
by our Bristol agent, and rejoice to hear that the prospect of the crops
is so good. 'Tis Tully who says that agriculture is the noblest pursuit;
how delightful when that pursuit is also prophetable!

"Since my last, dated from Tunbridge Wells, one or two insadence have
occurred of which it is nessasery [This word has been much operated
upon with the penknife, but is left sic, no doubt to the writer's
satisfaction.] I should advise my honored Mother. Our party there broke
up end of August: the partridge-shooting commencing. Baroness Bernstein,
whose kindness to me has been most invariable, has been to Bath, her
usual winter resort, and has made me a welcome present of a fifty-pound
bill. I rode back with Rev. Mr. Sampson, whose instruction I find
most valluble, and my cousin, Lady Maria, to Castlewood. [Could Parson
Sampson have been dictating the above remarks to Mr. Warrington?] I paid
a flying visit on the way to my dear kind friends Col. and Mrs. Lambert,
Oakhurst House, who send my honored mother their most affectionate
remembrances. The youngest Miss Lambert, I grieve to say, was dellicate;
and her parents in some anxiety.

"At Castlewood I lament to state my stay was short, owing to a quarrel
with my cousin William. He is a young man of violent passions, and alas!
addicted to liquor, when he has no controul over them. In a triffling
dispute about a horse, high words arose between