'These,' said he, pointing to them, 'are the most innocent, and perhaps the most useful, of all my works.' I observed that he had other works, which were of far more extensive use, and would be much more durable, than those.

He was so obliging as to show me several farm-houses that he had built, and the plans of others: after which I took my leave." [Burney's _Present State of Music_ (London, 1773), pp.

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NO.2.A REVEREND MR.

SHERLOCK SEES VOLTAIRE, AND EVEN DINES WITH HIM (April, 1776).
Sherlock's Book of TRAVELS, though he wrote it in two languages, and it once had its vogue, is now little other than a Dance of Will-o'-wisps to us.

A Book tawdry, incoherent, indistinct, at once flashy and opaque, full of idle excrescences and exuberances;--as is the poor man himself.
He was "Chaplain to the Earl of Bristol, Bishop of Derry;" gyrating about as ecclesiastical Moon to that famed Solar Luminary, what could you expect! [Title of his Book is, _Letters from an English Traveller; translated from the French Original_ (London, 1780).