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LETTER XII

Andrew Pringle, Esq, to the Rev Charles Snodgrass

WINDSOR, CASTLE-INN

MY DEAR FRIEND--I have all

ireat crowds are assembled

This, perhaps, you will say, is but another way of confessing, that, like

the cohts and shows It eants that I derive my enjoyment A multitude, in

fact, is to me as it were a strain of ical influence, calls up fros

new coue and obscure, as those

nebulae of light that astronomers have supposed to be the rudiments of

unformed stars, afterwards become distinct and brilliant acquisitions

In a crowd, I aree of the

luminous crisis, when it is said a neorld is unfolded to his

contes have an intimate affinity with the

state of man, and yet bear no resemblance to the objects that address

thehtful experience, as it

, to an exquisite degree, at

the funeral of the king; but, although the whole succession of incidents

is indelibly imprinted on my recollection, I am still so much affected by

the e to you any

intelligible description of what I saw It was indeed a scene witnessed

through the s, and the effect partakes of the nature

of a dream

I ithin the walls of an ancient castle, "So old as if they had for ever stood,