You will think I am grown mighty poetical of a sudden; you would think so still more, if you knew there was a Satire printed against me and Mason jointly, it is called Two Odes: the one is inscribed to Obscurity (that is me) the other to Oblivion. It tells me, what I never heard before, for (speaking of himself) the Author says, though he has,
Nor the Pride, nor self-Opinion,
That possess the happy Pair,
Each of Taste the fav'rite Minion,
Prancing thro' the desert air:
Yet shall he mount, with classic housings grac'd,
By help mechanick of equestrian block;
And all unheedful of the Critic's mock
Spur his light courser o'er the bounds of Taste.
The writer is a Mr. Colman, who published the Connoisseur, nephew to the late Lady Bath, and a friend of Garrick's. I believe his Odes sell no more than mine did, for I saw a heap of them lie in a bookseller's window, who recommended them to me as a very pretty thing.