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 presumption and folly. I have tried it too much not to know this, and am very sorry for all those who may be led to such ostentatious exertions against their eternal existence itself; because it is a mental rebellion against the Holy Spirit, and fit only for a soldier of Satan to perform.

Though I hope in a morning or two to call on you in Cirencester Place, I feared you might be gone, or I might be too ill to let you know how I am, and what I wish.

I am, dear Sir,

Yours sincerely,

William Blake.

Let us look over Mr. Crabb Robinson's shoulder again, and (with his courteous permission) glance at a few more entries: —

All the Spirits, it is worth notice, talk in the Blake manner. To resume: —