Tindal and Parke, (not the judge of course,) two of the best lawyers, best scholars, and best men in England, were there.

We passed an extremely pleasant evening, had a very good dinner, and many amusing anecdotes.
After breakfast the next morning I walked to church with Sydney Smith.
The edifice is not at all in keeping with the rectory.

It is a miserable little hovel with a wooden belfry.

It was, however, well filled, and with decent people, who seemed to take very much to their pastor.

I understand that he is a very respectable apothecary; and most liberal of his skill, his medicine, his soul, and his wine, among the sick.
He preached a very queer sermon--the former half too familiar and the latter half too florid, but not without some ingenuity of thought and expression.
Sydney Smith brought me to York on Monday morning, in time for the stage-coach which runs to Skipton.