little wiser than herself, to talk to her in language level to her mind. Such honest, I may call them holy artifices, must be practised by every clergy∣man; for all means must be tried by which souls may be saved. Talk to your people, however, as much as you can; and you will find, that the more frequently you converse with them upon religious subjects, the more willingly they will attend, and the more submissively they will learn. A clergyman's diligence always makes him venerable. I think I have now only to say, that in the momentous work you have undertaken, I pray GOD to bless you.I am, Sir, Your most humble servant, SAM. JOHNSON.Bolt-court, Aug. 30, 1780.My next letters to him were of dates August 24, September 6, and October 1, and from them I extract the following passages:My brother David and I find the long indulged fancy of our comfortable meeting again at Auchinleck, so well realised, that it in some degree con∣firms the pleasing hope of O! praeclarum diem! in a future state.I beg that you may never again harbour a suspicion of my indulging a peevish humour, or playing tricks; you will recollect, that when I confessed to you, that when I had once been intentionally silent to try your regard, I gave you my word and honour that I should not do so again.I rejoice to hear of your good state of health; I pray GOD to continue it long. I have often said, that I would willingly have ten years added to my life, to have ten taken from yours; I mean, that I would be ten years older, to have you ten years younger. But let me be thankful for the years during which I have enjoyed your friendship, and please myself with the hopes of enjoying it many years to come in this state of being, trusting always, that in another state, we shall meet never to be separated. Of this we can form no notion; but the thought, though indistinct, is delightful, when the mind is calm and clear.The riots in London were certainly horrible; but you give me no account of your own situation, during the barbarous anarchy. A description of it by DR. JOHNSON would be a great painting I had not then seen his Letters to Mrs. Thrale.; you might write another 'LONDON, A POEM.'I am charmed with your condescending affectionate expression, 'let us keep each other's kindness by all the means in our power;' my revered Friend! how elevating is it to my mind, that I am found worthy to be a 0