“When I consider (says Sir W. Temple) how many noble and esteemable men, how many lovely and agreeable women, I have outlived among my acquaintance and friends, methinks it looks impertinent to be still alive.” There are already three whom I (at least fancied I) loved, now cold in the earth!

“Then warm in love, now withering in the grave.”

But this is too sad, and perhaps part of it too foolish, to dwell upon; and it was only this plaguy Tunbridge phantasmagoria that put it into my head, assisted, no doubt, by a little melancholy music I have been playing this evening.