I have just been reading a new published history of the Colleges in Oxford, by Anthony Wood; and there found a feature in a character that always offended me, that of Archbishop Chicheley, who prompted Henry the Fifth to the invasion of France, to divert him from squeezing the overgrown clergy.  When that priest meditated founding All Souls, and “consulted his friends (who seem to have been honest men) what great matter of piety he had best perform to God in his old age, he was advised by them to build an hospital for the wounded and sick soldiers that daily returned from the wars then had in France;"-I doubt his grace’s friends thought as I do of his artifice “but,” continues the historian, “disliking those motions, and valuing the welfare of the deceased more than the wounded and diseased, he resolved with himself to promote his design, which was, to have masses said for the King, Queen, and himself, etc. while living, and for their souls when dead.”  And that mummery the old foolish rogue thought more efficacious than ointments and medicines for the wretches he had made!  And of the chaplains and clerks he instituted in that dormitory, one was to teach grammars and another prick-song.  How history makes one shudder and laugh by turns!  But I fear I have wearied your lordship with my idle declamation, and you will repent having commanded me to send you more letters.

(576) Father of Count Michel Oginski, the associate of Kosciusko, and author of “Memoires sur la Pologne et les Polonais, depuis 1788 jusqu’`a la fin de 1815;” in four volumes octavo.  Paris, 1826.-E.

(577) Frederick the Great had died on the 17th, at Berlin.-E.

Letter 304 To The Hon. H. S. Conway.  Strawberry Hill, Oct. 29, 1786. (page 386)

I was sorry not to be apprised of your intention of going to town, where I would have met you; but I knew it too late, both as I was engaged, and as you was to return so soon.  I mean to come to Park-place in a week or fortnight:  but I should like to know what company you expect, or do not expect; for I had rather fill up your vacancies than be a supernumerary.  Lady Ossory has sent me two charades made by Colonel Fitzpatrick:  the first she says is very easy, the second very difficult.  I have not come within sight of the easy one; and, though I have a guess at the other, I do not believe I am right; and so I send them to you, who are master-general of the Oedipuses.

The first, that is so easy:—­

“In concert, song, or serenade,
My first requires my second’s aid. 
To those residing near the pole
I would not recommend my whole.”

The two last lines, I conclude, neither connect with the two first, nor will help one to deciphering them.

The difficult one:—­

“Charades of all things are the worst,
But my best have been my first. 
Who with my second are concern’d,
Will to despise my whole have learn’d.”