Mr. Dodsley indeed has the "Fleece." I did not think this a fit season for its publication; but my friend Mr. Wray overcame me; and though it has lain long "by" me, not much "before" me, 'tis now precipitated to the press, with such faults, as must be imputed to the air of a fenny country, where I have been, for the most part, above these five years, without health, without books, and without conversation. I say not this in any arrogant sense — for, GOD knows, I am far from despising either the peasant or the country parson.
Good Mr. Edwards was my particular friend: even Mr. Wray cannot lament him more than I do. How seasonable are your presents! They have an additional beauty in being new to me. Even the "Rambler" has not reached this place; nor have the beams of his "Sunday" ever shone upon me. You see what proofs I give you of being quite out of the world.