He kept the old track.

As represented in this poem, he employed his leisure hours in shaping pleasant walks by the side of his beloved river, where he also built something between a hermitage and a summer-house, attaching to it inscriptions, after the manner of Shenstone at his Leasowes.

He used to travel from time to time, partly from love of Nature, and partly with religious friends, in the service of humanity.

His admiration of genius in every department did him much honour.

Through his connection with the family in which Edmund Burke was educated, he became acquainted with that great man, who used to receive him with great kindness and condescension; and many times have I heard Wilkinson speak of those interesting interviews.