Dear Wrangham, are you and I ever like to meet in this world again?
_Yours_ is a _corner_ of the earth; _mine_ is _not_ so.

I never heard of anybody going to Bridlington; but all the world comes to the Lakes.Farewell.Excuse this wretched scrawl; it is like all that proceeds from, my miserable pen.
* * * * * Ever faithfully yours, WM.

WORDSWORTH.
DEAR WRANGHAM, You are very good in sending one letter after another to inquire after a person so undeserving of attentions of this kind as myself.

Dr.Johnson, I think, observes, or rather is made to observe by some of his biographers, that no man delights to _give_ what he is accustomed to _sell_.

'For example: you, Mr.Thrale, would rather part with anything in this way than your porter.' Now, though I have never been much of a salesman in matters of literature (the whole of my returns--I do not say _net profits_, but _returns_--from the writing trade, not amounting to seven score pounds), yet, somehow or other, I manufacture a letter, and part with it as reluctantly as if it were really a thing of price.