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CHELTENHAM MAIL BAG;
Letters from Gloucestershire.
PETER QUINCE, THE YOUNGER.
“ Moi donc qui connois peu Phébus et ses douceurs
“ Moi, la plume a la main, je gourmand les vices
BOILEAU, Discours au Roi.
“ Les lettres et les pensées sur divers sujets que je publie aujourdhui
JOHN WARREN, OLD BOND STREET.
If it were at all necessary for me, and I rejoice that it is not, to account for the way in which the
following Letters came into my possession, I think I could as satisfactorily acquit myself of any fraudulent or irreverent practices, in obtaining them, as any of my cotemporaries, not even with the exception of the witty and learned Editor of the FUDGES,—THO
MAS Brown the younger. I have merely availed
myself of an opportunity, which may never again occur—to me at least—and have accordingly, with
all Editorial diligence and accuracy, prepared for
the public eye, some certain Epistles, which, partly
through negligence--partly through accident, and a
little through good fortune, (for one's luck-penny
must not be forgotten,) have fallen under my surveillance. It is merely essential for me to state, that
as I have betrayed no confidence-neither have I
compromised any gentlemanly feeling, in obtaining the porte-feuille, from which my present Selection
is made--and which contains an immense quantity
of manuscripts, no less interesting and important, “to those whom t may concern.”_Whether the
success of my present attempt, at restoring those documents to their right possessors—-(which is my principal inducement to publish them,) may lead me to the disclosure of any others, I am not prepared to say :-I shall only observe, that when the packet,
which contained the Letters in question, came into
my hands, it was not padlocked ;-—when I looked to the letters, they were not sealed ;- neither were they
marked « Private"
Confidential ;”--the blanks
in the names were not even filled up,—and there was no probability of their ever reaching their desti
nation, but by the course I now adopt, whereby many an anxious doubt of faith preserved—of friendship unshaken—of love untired-and of esteem unchanged,
may be at once removed.--If a few secrets should
escape--or, a few little uneasy thoughts spring out like the plagues from Pandora's box, they will still leave hope behind-at least, the hope that though a
fashionable folly, no sting may for a moment, wound
an honest bosom, nor PETER QUINCE the younger
have cause to lament the publication of
“One line which dying he should wish to blot.”—
As for myself, as the Editor of this selection, were