Greek tragedy naturally puts one in mind of Mr. Mason, who has so well imitated all its beauties, without retaining any of its faults. He is at Walmer castle with Lord Holdernesse. Mr. Gray has been on a visit to Mr. Wm. Robinson. Mr. Mason tells he me is very deep in the study of natural history. I believe you will agree with me in wishing, he was rather employed in weaving garlands of the immortal flowers of Parnassus, than in picking up nettles and chick-weed from the surface of the vulgar earth. I am promised a copy of Mason's Epitaph on Miss Drummond, and his own wife, which I hear are both extremely fine. When they are in my possession you shall see them, if they have not fallen in your way already. I had not the courage to ask Mr. Mason himself for them, though I have seen him pretty often.