I hear my friend Thomas Wilkinson is publishing. It is what I often urged him to do, and repeated my arguments after I saw Bernard Barton so honoured by the Edinburgh Review, which seemed to consider a Quaker poet as an extraordinary appearance on the literary horizon. But cannot a Quaker have taste and feeling? "Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?" Are not these words of the great reader of human nature applicable?