I foretold, that the first effort of nature to relieve poor Farmer would be the last moment of his existence. He was striving to throw up some bile, and died in his exertion. He sunk back on his bed, as if asleep, and left the world without the slightest struggle. His nephew Tom was with him; and Captain Farmer (who, I believe, is his executor) was immediately sent for from Leicester. Dr. Farmer will be buried in the chapel at Emmanuel, near the remains of his friend and predecessor, Harry Hubbard. About the contents of his will, and the destination of his library, I have nothing to say at present; nor can I learn that his successor in Amen-corner is announced. I am equally doubtful respecting the Mastership of the College.