The Letters of Horace Walpole

The Letters of Horace Walpole

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1840 edition. Excerpt: ...for our forefathers are dead, and Boileau not alive to hitch me 1 Pineda was a Spanish Jesuit, and a professor of theology. He died in 1637, after writing voluminous commentaries upon several books of the Holy Scriptures, besides an universal history of the church. into a verse with Perrault, I am determined to admire the learning of posterity, especially being convinced that half our present knowledge sprung from discovering the errors of what had formerly been called so. I don't think I shall ever make any great discoveries myself, and therefore shall be content to propose them to my descendants, like my Lord Bacon, who, as Dr. Shaw says very prettily in his preface to Boyle, "had the art of inventing arts: " or rather like a Marquis of Worcester, of whom I have seen a little book which he calls A Century of Inventions, where he has set down a hundred machines to do impossibilities with, and not a single direction how to make the machines themselves.1 If I happen to be less punctual in my correspondence than I intend to be, you must conclude I am writing my book, which being designed for a panegyric, will cost me a great deal of trouble. The dedication, with your leave, shall be addressed to your son that is coming, or, with my Lady Ailesbury's leave, to your ninth son, who will be unborn nearer to the time I am writing of; always provided that she does not bring three at once, like my Lady Berkeley. Well! I have here set you the example of writing nonsense when one has nothing to say, and shall take it ill if you don't keep up the correspondence on the same foot Adieu! TO GEORGE MONTAGU, ESQ. Strawberry Hill, Saturday-night, Sept. 3, 1748. All my sins to Mrs. Talbot you are to expiate; I am here quite alone, and want nothing but your...
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  • Paperback | 172 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 9mm | 318g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236488164
  • 9781236488169