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ten to him, at my request, for the newly dis-
covered fragrant grass; and should the plants
be sent before the last ships of the season fail,
they shall be sent to you. Whether they be
the nard of the ancients, I must doubt, be-
cause we have sweet grasses here of innumer-
able species; and Reuben Burrow brought
me an odoriferous grass from the place where
the Ganges enters India, and where it covers

and perfumes the whole country. From his account of it, I suspect it to be Mr. Blane's; but I could make nothing of the dry specimens, except that they differ widely from the Fatamansi, which I am persuaded is the Indian nard of Ptolemy. I can only procure the dry fatamansi, but if I can get the stalks, roots, and flowers from Butan, I will send them to you. Since the death of König, we are in great want of a proffessed botanist. I have twice read with rapture the Philofophia Botanica, and have Murray's edition of the

genera et species plantarum” always with me; but, as I am no lynx, like Linnæus, I


cannot examine minute blossoms, especially those of grasses.

We are far advanced in the second volume

of our Transactions.

Şir William Fones to John Wilmot, Efq.

Sept. 20, 1789.
Every sentence in


gave me great pleasure, and particularly the pleafing and just account of your truly venerable father. Lady Jones, after the first pang

for the loss of hers, resigned herself with true piety to the will of God. She is very weak, and always ill during the heats. I have been, ever since my seasoning, as they call it, perfectly well, notwithstanding incessant business seven hours in a day, for four or five months in a year, and unremitted application, during the vacations, to a vast and interesting study, a complete knowledge of India, which I can only attain in the country itself, and I do not mean to stay in the country longer than the Jaft year

of the eighteenth century. I rejoice that the King is well, but take no interest in

the contests of your aristocratical factions. The time never was, when I would have enlisted under the banners of

any faction, though I might have carried a pair of colours, if I had not spurned them, in either legion. My party is that of the whole people, and my principles, which the law taught me, are only to be changed by a change of existence.

Sir William Jones to Mr. Justice Hyde.

Oct. 20, 1789.

Though I hope, my dear Sir, to be with you

almost as soon as this letter, yet I write it because it is the last that I shall write to any one for the next eleven months, and I feel so light, after the completion of my fevere epistolary task, that I am disposed to play a voluntary. I have answered fifty very long letters from Europe, and a multitude of short ones; among the rest, I had one from the Chief Baron, who desires his remembrance to you by the title of his old and worthy friend, Another from Master Wilmot informs me, that his father, Sir Eardley, had nearly ended

Besides my

his eightieth year, with as good health, and as clear intellects, as he ever had in the prime of life. When I express a hope of seeing you in two or three days, it is only a hope; for I shall affront the Mandarin at Chinsura*, if I do not make my annual visit to him ; now I can only visit him at night, and the wind and tide may delay me, as they did last

year. In all events, I shall be with you if I live, before the end of the week, as I am preparing to go on board my pinnace. annuities of Europe letters, which I pay at this season, I have been winding up all the odds and ends of all my private or literary concerns, and shall think of nothing for eleven months to come, but law, European or Indian. I have written four papers for our ex piring society, on very curious subjects, and have prepared materials for a discourse on the Chinese: the society is a puny, rickety child, and must be fed with pap; nor shall it die by my fault; but die it must, for I cannot alone support it. In my youthful days, I.

Mr. Titsingh, Governor of Chinsura.

was always ready to join in a dance or a concert, but I could never bring myself to dance a solitary hornpipe, or to play a folo. When I fee Titsingh (who, by the way,

will never write any thing for us, as long as his own Batavian society subsifts), I will procure full information concerning the pincushion rice, and will report it to you. Lady Jones is as usual, and sends her best remembrance. I too am as usual, and as ever, dear Sir, your faithful, &c.


Sir William Jones to y. Shore, Esq.

Oct. 20, 1789. Your approbation of Sacontala, gives at least as much pleasure to the translator as you had from the perusal of it, and would ençourage me to translate more dramas, if I were not resolved to devote all my time to law, European and Indian.

The idea of your happiness, (and few men have a brighter prospect of it than yourself,) reconciles me to our approaching separation,

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