particular principle of happiness; and that this principle in each may be carried to a mischievous excess. There are few can judge better than yourself how far these positions are illustrated in this poem.

 I am, dear Sir, Your most affectionate brother, Oliver Goldsmith. 

I am, dear Sir,

Your most affectionate brother,

Oliver Goldsmith

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5

Remote,

Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po,

Or onward where the rude Carinthian boor

Against the houseless stranger shuts the door,

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Or where Campania’s plain forsaken lies,

A weary waste expanding to the skies—

skies—

Where’er I roam, whatever realms to see,

My heart, untravell’d, fondly turns to thee;

Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,

And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend,

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