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have rewritten the greater part, and returned what is not altered in the proof you sent me. The Abbot is become a good man, and the spirits are brought in at the death. You will find, I think, some good poetry in this new act, here and there; and if so, print it, without sending me further proofs, under Mr. Gifford's correction, if he will have the goodness to overlook it Address all answers to Venice, as usual; I mean to return there in ten days.

The Lament of Tasso, which I sent from Florence, has, I trust, arrived: I look upon it as a "these be good rhymes," as Pope's papa said to him when he was a boy.1 For the two it and the Drama — you will disburse to me (via Kinnaird) six hundred guineas. You will perhaps be surprised that I set the same price upon this as upon the Drama; but, besides that I look upon it as good, I won't take less than three hundred guineas for anything. The two together will make you a larger publication than the Siege and Parisina; so you may think yourself let off very easy; that is to say, if these poems are good for anything, which I hope and believe.

I have been some days in Rome the Wonderful. I am seeing sights, and have done nothing else, except the new third act for you. I have this morning seen a live pope and a dead cardinal; Pius VII has been burying Cardinal Bracchi, whose body I saw in state at the Chiesa Nuova. Rome has delighted me beyond everything, since Athens

1 "His primary and principal purpose," says Johnson, in his " Life of Pope" (Lives of the Poets), "was to be a poet, with which his father accidentally concurred, by proposing subjects, and obliging him to correct his performances by many rcvisals; after which the old gentleman, when he was satisfied, would say, 'These be good rhymes.'"

and Constantinople. But I shall not remain long this visit. Address to Venice.

Ever yours,


P. S. — I have got my saddle-horses here, and have ridden, and am riding, all about the country.


Act III. Scene II — A Chamber in the Castle Of Manfred. Manfred and Herman.


My lord, you bade me wait on you at sunset:
He sinks beyond the mountain.


Doth he so?

I will look on him.

[manfred advances to the Window of the Hall. Glorious Orb! the idol Of early nature, and the vigorous race Of undiseased mankind, the giant sons 1 Of the embrace of angels with a sex More beautiful than they, which did draw down The erring spirits who can ne'er return ; — Most glorious orb! that wert a worship, ere The mystery of thy making was reveal'd!

1 See Genesis vi. 2, 4.

Thou earliest minister of the Almighty,

Which gladden'd, on their mountain tops, the hearts

Of the Chaldean shepherds, till they pourM

Themselves in orisons! Thou material God I

And representative of the Unknown,

Who chose thee for his shadow! Thou chief star!

Centre of many stars! which mak'st our earth

Endurable, and temperest the hues

And hearts of all who walk within thy rays!

Sire of the seasons! Monarch of the climes,

And those who dwell in them! for near or far,

Our inborn spirits have a tint of thee,

Even as our outward aspects; — thou dost rise,

And shine, and set in glory. Fare thee well!

I ne'er shall see thee more. As my first glance

Of love and wonder was for thee, then take

My latest look: thou wilt not beam on one

To whom the gifts of life and warmth have been

Of a more fatal nature. He is gone;

I follow. {Exit Manfred

Scene III — The Mountains. The Castle Of ManFred at some distance. — A Terrace before a Tower. Time, twilight.

Herman, Manuel, and other Dependants of Manfred.

'T is strange enough; night after night, for years,
He hath pursued long vigils in this tower,

Without a witness. I have been within it, —
So have we all been oft-times; but from it,
Or its contents, it were impossible
To draw conclusions absolute of aught
His studies tend to. To be sure, there is
One chamber where none enter: I would give
The fee of what I have to come these three years,
To pore upon its mysteries.


'T were dangerous; Content thyself with what thou know'st already.


All, Manuel! thou art elderly and wise,

And couldst say much; thou hast dwelt within the

castle — How many years is't?


Ere Count Manfred's birth, I served his father, whom he nought resembles.


There be more sons in like predicament.
But wherein do they differ?


I speak not
Of features or of form, but mind and habits;
Count Sigismund was proud, but gay and free —
A warrior and a reveller; he dwelt not

With books and solitude, nor made the night
A gloomy vigil, but a festal time,
Merrier than day; he did not walk the rocks
And forests like a wolf, nor turn aside
From men and their delights.


Beshrew the hour, But those were jocund times! I would that such Would visit the old walls again; they look As if they had forgotten them.


These walls

Must change their chieftain first. Oh! I have seen Some strange things in them, Herman.


Come, be friendly;
Relate me some to while away our watch:
I've heard thee darkly speak of an event
Which happen'd hereabouts, by this same tower.


That was a night indeed! I do remember
'T was twilight, as it may be now, and such
Another evening; yon, red cloud, which rests
On Eigher's pinnacle, so rested then, —
So like that it might be the same; the wind
Was faint and gusty, and the mountain snows
Began to glitter with the climbing moon.

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