LEICESTER FIELDS, Nov. 20, .
DEAR SIR, — I heartily congratulate you on your concluding your laborious task, and am glad to hear you have spirits enough remaining to undertake Apollonius, who, in the main, I am afraid, will be found a heavy writer. In my notes on Waller, I shall have occasion to quote a passage concerning Talus, which is in the fourth book, and begins at the 1636th verse, which if you think proper to translate now I will insert it, and give notice to the world that you intend a translation of the whole. I think it is now high time for you to come to town, that we may settle affairs with Mr. Pope. The last time I saw him at Sir Clement's he would have had me declare what I expected to receive, which I absolutely refused without your participation, and, therefore, the sooner we concert our demands the better. We have been but coarsely used this last summer, both in print and conversation, which, in truth, was no more than I always expected. But this will serve us to chat over when we meet, which I hope will I be before Christmas.
We have at present a very dull, empty town. I hear of no new plays, but a comedy by our old friend Tom Southerne, who desired me to send his service to you, and begs you to write him a prologue, and hopes to receive a favourable answer by the next post. Gay is busy in writing fables for Prince William. Your old acquaintance Jack Marriot is curate at Easthampstead, and behaves himself very well out of the pulpit. I have had two short visits from Mr. Pope since I came to town. He tells me that he has buried old nurse, and poor Mrs. Pope is not likely to survive her long. I am ever, dear sir, your affectionate humble servant.