Epistle XXX. To Fabatus.
by
the Same. [Mr. Henley.]
[_]
On the Repair of a Country-Seat.
IT is most certain, that we ought to celebrate your Birth-Day, as well as our own;
since the Pleasure of our Days depends upon Yours,
by whose Diligence and Care, we are merry in the Country, and secure in Town.
Camillus's Country-House, which you own, in
Campania, is,
indeed, extremely Old and Ruinous; yet the principal Parts of the Building are entire,
or but slightly damag'd: Therefore we wait for the most Commodious Repair of them.
I seem to have a great Number of Friends, but I have scarcely one of the kind you desire,
and the Nature of the Thing calls for. For they are all Men of Business,
and of the Town. Now the Management of Country Farms will require Somebody that's hardy,
and Rustick; that will neither look upon the Labour to be heavy, nor the Work mean,
nor the Solitude Melancholly. You very properly think of
Rufus,
for he was an Acquaintance of your Son. Yet what he can do for us there,
I know not; I believe he may be very ready to serve us.
Farewell.
