Martin C. Battestin and Clive T. Probyn (eds), The Correspondence of Henry and Sarah Fielding
89. TO James Harris Bathwick, 6 Sept. 
I am much obliged to you for your kind Letter, and also for your Intention concerning Xenephon,1 in Truth, as much as if that kind Intention had not been frustrated by Accident, and when I have finished writing some Stuff that I am now about,2 will endeavour to get it, as I know in what Manner to enquire for it, and if I find I can venture to attempt any Specimen of that Sort, will depend on your Frendship to let me know whether you think I may proceed.
I wrote to Mr Millar3 soon after I had the Pleasure of seeing you, concerning the Length of your Essay on my Brother, and also concerning the prefixing it to Tom-Jones, or Joseph Andrews, but he is gone into Scotland, and not expected back till the latter End of this Month, or October, so it must be deferr'd till then.4
I assure you Sir that I would by no means subject any thing of your writing either to him, or his Criticks, nor had I ever any such thought. If you, and your Brother5 think there is nothing worthy Printing to be collected, which I am afraid is the Case, I would not put any thing trifling and frippery to yours, nor depreciate him with such Accounts pg 140as I have often seen after the Subjects of them are dead. But if any thing should occur to you of that kind, that would alter the Case.
I hope your Health continues as well, as when you was last in Bath. My Compliments wait on Mrs Harris. | I am Dear Sir | your much obliged and | obedṭ Humble Servṭ
Bath-wick Septḅr ye 6th
I have a little Paraphrase, in a common place Book, of those Words in Othello, about Men whose Heads do grow beneath their Shoulders, which I have been told is yours, if so with your Permission will make use of them in what I am now about.6
Address: To James Harris Esqṛ | at his House in the Close | of Salisbury | Wilts
Text: ALS Harris Papers, vol. 40, pt. 4.
- Wherein of Bali-Rooms vast & Fidlers idle,
- Hot-wells, & Rocks & Hills, whose heads touch Heaven
- It was my Hint to speak (such was my process)
- And of the Cribagiers, which each other eat,
- The Rolipolimi, or Men whose Heads
- Do grow benumbed & brainless. These to hear
- Would Desdemona seriously incline,
- … or Amaryllis, or Parthenope, or Leonora, or
- Lady Betty, Lady Jenny, &cr &cr &cr