In a retired part of the County of Suſsex there is a village (for what I know to theContrary) called Evelyn, perhaps one of the mostbeautiful Spots in the south of England. AGentleman paſsing through it on horseback about twenty years ago, was so entirely of my opinion in this respect, that he put up at thelittle Alehouse in it & enquired with great ear::nestneſs whether there were any house to belett in the Parish. The Landlady, who as well as every one else in Evelyn was remarkably amiable, shook her head at this question, but seemed unwilling to give him any answer.He could not bear this uncertainty – yet knew not how to obtain the information he desired.To repeat a question which had already appear'dappeared