LETTER CCXXIV. TO MR. MOORE. "May 23, 1814. to be able to oear thirst like a camel.-the spring are so few, and most of them so muddy. "The newspapers will tell you all that is to he told of emperors, &c. They have dined, and supped "I must send you the Java government gazette and shown their flat faces in all thoroughfares, and of July 3, 1813, just sent me by Murray. Only several saloons. Their uniforms are very becoming think of our (for it is you and I) setting paper but rather short in the skirts; and their conversa warriors in array in the Indian seas. Does not this tion is a catechism, for which and the answers 1 sound like fame-something almost like posterity? refer you to those who have heard it. It is something to have scribblers squabbling about us five thousand miles off, while we are agreeing so well at home. Bring it with you in your pocket; it will make you laugh, as it hath me. "P. S. Oh, the anecdote! "Ever yours, LETTER CCXXV. TO MR. MOORE. "B. "May 31, 1814. "I think of leaving town for Newstead soon. I! so, I shall not be remote from your recess, and (unless Mrs. M. detains you at home over the caudle-cup and a new cradle), we will meet. You shall come to me, or I to you, as you like it;-but meet we will. An invitation from Aston has reached me, but I do not think I shall go. I have also heard of -I should like to see her again, for I have not met her for years; and though the light that ne'er can shine again' is set, I do not know that one dear smile like those of old' might tot make me for a moment forget the 'dulness of life's stream.' "I am going to R* 's to-night-to one of those suppers which ought to be dinners.' I have hardly seen her, and never him, since you set out. "As I shall probably not see you here to-day, II told you, you were the last link of that chain write to request that if not inconvenient to your-As for we have not syllabled one another's namer self, you will stay in town till Sunday; if not to since. The post will not permit me to continue my gratify me, yet to please a great many others, who scrawl. More anon. "Ever dear Moore, &c. will be very sorry to lose you. As for myself, I can "P. S. Keep the Journal, I care not what only repeat that I wish you would either remain a becomes of it, and if it has amused you, I am glad long time with us, or not come at all; for these that I kept it. Lara' is finished, and I am copysnatches of society make the subsequent separations ing him for my third vol. now collecting; but no bitterer than ever. separate publication." NOTE TO MR. MURRAY. "I believe you think that I have not been quite fair with that Alpha and Omega of beauty, &c., with whom you would willingly have united me. "June 14, 1814. But if you consider what her sister said on the "I return your packet of this morning. Hare subject, you will less wonder that my pride should have taken the alarm; particularly as nothing but the account of Napoleon's having lost his senses? you heard that Bertrand has returned to Paris with the every-day flirtation of every-day people ever It is a report; but, if true, I must, like Mr. Fitz occurred between your heroine and myself. Had gerald and Jeremiah, (of lamentable memory,) lay Lady appeared to wish it, or even not to claim to prophecy; that is to say, of saying that he oppose it, I would have gone on, and very possibly married (that is, if the other had been equally ought to go out of his senses, in the penultimate accordant) with the same indifference which has stanza of a certain Ode,-the which, having been frozen over the Black Sea' of almost all my pas-has a still further pretension, by its unintelligibility, pronounced nonsense by several profound critics, sions. It is that very indifference which makes me so uncertain and apparently capricious. It is not eagerness of new pursuits, but that nothing impresses me sufficiently to fix; neither do I feel disgusted, but simply indifferent to almost all excitements. The proof of this is, that obstacles, the slightest even, stop me. This can hardly be timidity, for I have done some impudent things too, in my time; and in almost all cases, opposition is a stimulus. In mine, it is not; if a straw were in my way, I could not stoop to pick it up. to inspiration. LETTER CCXXVII. TO MR. ROGERS. "Ever, &c." "June 19, 1814, "I am always obliged to trouble you with my awkwardnesses, and now I have a fresh one. Mr. W. called on me several times, and I have missed I have sent this long tirade, because I would the honor of making his acquaintance, which I not have you suppose that I have been trifling designedly with you or others. If you think so, in the name of St. Hubert (the patron of antlers and hunters) let me be married out of hand-I don't care to whom, so that it amuses any body else, and don't interfere with me much in the day-time. "Ever, &c." LETTER CCXXVI. TO MR. MOORE. "June 14, 1814. regret, but which you, who know my desultory and uncertain habits, will not wonder at, and will, I am sure, attribute to any thing but a wish to offend a person who has shown me much kindness, and possesses character and talents entitled to generai respect. My mornings are late, and passed in fencing and boxing, and a variety of most unpoetical exercises, very wholesome, &c., but would be very disagreeable to my friends, whom I am obliged to exclude during their operation. I never go out till the evening, and I have not been fortunate enough to meet Mr. W. at Lord Lansdowne's or Lord Jersey's, where I had hoped to pay him my respects. "I would have written to him, but a few words "I could be very sentimental now, but I won't. from you will go further than all the apologetical The truth is, that I have been all my life trying to sesquipedalities I could muster on the occasion. It harden my heart, and have not yet quite succeeded- is only to say that, without intending it, I contrive though there are great hopes-and you do not to behave very ill to every body, and am very sorry know how it sunk with your departure. What adds for it. "Ever, dear R., &c." to my regret is having seen so little of you during vour stay in this crowded desert where one ought • Mr. Wranghani The following undated notes to Mr. Rogers were written about this time. "Sunday. LETTER CCXXIX. TO MR. MOORE. "July 8, 1814. "Your non-attendance at Corinne's is very "I returned to town last night, and had some apropos, as I was on the eve of sending you an hopes of seeing you to-day, and would have called, excuse. I do not feel well enough to go there-but I have been (though in exceeding disten.. this evening, and have been obliged to despatch an pered good health) a little headachy with free livapology. I believe I need not add one for not ing, as it is called, and am now at the freezing accepting Mr. Sheridan's invitation on Wednesday, point of returning soberness. Of course, I should which I fancy both you and I understood in the be sorry that our parallel lines did not deviate into same sense with him the saying of Mirabeau, intersection before you return to the country,-after that words are things,' is not to be taken literally. that same nonsuit whereof the papers have told us, "Ever, &c. -but, as you must be much occupied, I won't be affronted, should your time and business militate against our meeting. "I will call for you at a quarter before seven, if that will suit you. I return you Sir Proteus, and shall merely add in return, as Johnson said of, and to, somebody or other, Are we alive after all this "Believe me, &c." censure?' I suppose Lara' is gone to the devil,-which is no great matter, only let me know that I may be saved the trouble of copying the rest, and put the first part into the fire. I really have no anxiety about it, and shall not be sorry to be saved the copying, which goes on very slowly, and may prove to you that you may speak out-or I should be less sluggish. "Yours, &c." LETTER CCXXVIII. "Rogers and I have almost coalesced into a joint sufferer. LETTER CCXXX. TO MR. MOORE. "I suppose, by your non-appearance, that the philosophy of my note, and the previous silence of the writer, have put or kept you in humeur. Never mind-it is hardly worth while. "This day have I received information from my man of law of the non-and never likely to beperformance of purchaset by Mr. Claughton, of impecuniary memory. He don't know what to do, or when to pay; and so all my hopes and worldly projects and prospects are gone to the devil. He (the purchaser, and the devil too, for aught I care! and I, and my legal advisers, are to meet to-morrow, -the said purchaser having first taken special care to inquire whether I would meet him with temper?-Certainly. The question is this-I shall either have the estate back, which is as good as ruin, or I shall go on with him dawdling, which is rather worse. I have brought my pigs to a Mussulman market. If I had but a wife now, and children, of whose paternity I entertained doubts, I should be You could not have made me a more acceptable happy, or rather fortunate, as Candide or Scarmenpresent than Jacqueline,-she is all grace, and soft-tado. In the mean time, if you don't come and ness, and poetry; there is so much of the last, that see me, I shall think that Sam's bank is broke too; we do not feel the want of story which is simple, and that you, having assets there, are despairing of yet enough. I wonder that you do not oftener more than a piastre in the pound for your dividend unbend to more of the same kind. I have some sympathy with the softer affections, though very little in my way, and no one can depict them so truly and successfully as yourself. I have half a mind to pay you in kind, or rather unkind, for I "You shall have one of the pictures. I wish you have just supped full of horror' in two cantos of to send the proof of 'Lara' to Mr. Moore, 33 Bury darkness and dismay. TO MR. ROGERS. "June, 27, 1814. "Do you go to Lord Essex's to-night? if so, will you let me call for you at your own hour? I dined with Holland House yesterday at Lord Cowper's; my lady very gracious, which she can be more than any one, when she likes. I was not sorry to see them again, for I can't forget that they have been very kind to me. "Ever yours most truly, • A satirical pamphlet, in which all the writers of the day were attacked. "P. S. If you could spare it for an hour in the and Jacqueline; pray why? when I requested you evening, I wish you to send it up to Mrs. Leigh, to postpone publication till my return to town. your neighbor, at the London Hotel, Albemarle street." LETTER CCXXXI. TO MR. MURRAY. July 23, 1814. "I have a most amusing epistle from the Ettrick bard-Hogg; in which, speaking of his bookseller, whom he denominates the 'shabbiest' of the trade for not lifting his bills,' he adds, in so many words, 'G-d d-n him and them both. This in a pretty prelude to asking you to adopt him, (the said Hogg;) but this he wishes; and if you please, you and I will talk it over. He has a poem ready for the press, (and your bills too, if liftable,') and "I am sorry to say that the print is by no means bestows some benedictions on Mr. Moore for his approved of by those who have seen it, who are abduction of Lara from the forthcoming Miscellany. pretty conversant with the original, as well as the "P. S. Sincerely, I think Mr. Hogg would suit picture from whence it is taken. I rather suspect you very well; and surely he is a man of great that it is from the copy and not the exhibited por-powers, and deserving of encouragement. I must trait, and in this dilemma would recommend a sus-knock out a tale for him, and you should at all Scott is pension, if not an abandonment of the prefixion to events consider before you reject his suit. the volumes which you purpose inflicting upon the gone to the Orkneys in a gale of wind, and Hogg public. says that, during the said gale, he is sure that "With regard to Lara don't be in any hurry. I Scott is not quite at his ease, to say the best of it.' have not yet made up my mind on the subject, nor Ah! I wish these home-keeping bards could taste a know what to think or do till I hear from you; and Mediterranean white squall, or the Gut in a gale of Mr. Moore appeared to me in a similar state of wind, or even the Bay of Biscay with no wind at indetermination. I do not know that it may not be all." better to reserve it for the entire publication you proposed, and not adventure in hardy singleness, or even backed by the fairy Jacqueline. I have been seized with all kinds of doubts, &c., &c., since I left London. "Pray let me hear from you, LETTER CCXXXII. TO MR. MURRAY. "July 24, 1814. LETTER CCXXXIV. TO MR. MOORE. "Hastings, Aug. 6, 1974. By the time this reaches your dwelling, I shall (God wot) be in town again probably. I have here been renewing my acquaintance with my old friend Ocean; and I find his bosom as pleasant a pillow for an hour in the morning as his daughters of Pa phos could be in the twilight. I have been swimming and eating turbot, and smuggling neat bran dies and silk handkerchiefs,and listening to my "The minority must, in this case, carry it, so friend Hodgson's raptures about a pretty wife-elect vray let it be so, for I don't care sixpence for any of of his,-and walking on cliffs, and tumbling down the opinions you mention, on such a subject; and hills, and making the most of the dolce farmients' Phillips must be a dunce to agree with them. For for the last fortnight. I met a son of Lord Ers my own part, I have no objection at all; but Mrs. kine's, who says he has been married a year, and is Leigh and my cousin must be better judges of the the happiest of men;' and I have met the aforelikeness than others; and they hate it; and so I won't have it at all. "Mr. Hobhouse is right as for his conclusion; but I deny the premises. The name only is Spanish; the country is not Spain, but the Morea. said H. who is also the happiest of men; so, it is worth while being here, if only to witness the superlative felicity of these foxes, who have cut off their tails, and would persuade the rest to part with their brushes to keep them in countenance. "Waverley is the best and most interesting novel "It rejoices me that you like Lara.' Jeffrey is I have redde since I don't know when. I like it out with his forty-fifth number, which I suppose as much as I hate * *, and **, and **, and all the you have got. He is only too kind to me, in my feminine trash of the last four months. Besides, it share of it, and I begin to fancy myself a golden is all easy to me, I have been in Scotland so much, pheasant, upon the strength of the plumage where (though then young enough too,) and feel at home with he hath bedecked me. But then, surgit with the people, Lowland and Gael. amari,' &c.-the gentlemen of the Champion, and "A note will correct what Mr. Hobhouse thinks Perry, have got hold (I know not how) of the conan error, (about the feudal system in Spain;) it is dolatory address to Lady J. on the picture-abduenot Spain If he puts a few words of prose any tion by our Regent, and have published them-with where, it will set all right. my name, too, smack-without even asking leave, "I have been ordered to town to vote. I shall or inquiring whether or no! D-n their impudence, disobey. There is no good in so much prating, and d-n every thing. It has put me out of pa since certain issues strokes should arbitrate.' If tience, and so I shall say no more about it. you have any thing to say, let me hear from you. "Yours, &c." LETTER CCXXXIII. TO MR. MURRAY. "Aug. 3, 1814. "You shall have Lara and Jacque (both with some additions) when out, but I am still demurring and delaying, and in a fuss, and so is Rogers in his way. Newstead is to be mine again. Claughton for feits twenty-five thousand pounds; but that don't prevent me from being very prettily ruined. 1 mean to bury myself there-and let my beard grow -and hate you all. "It is certainly a little extraordinary that you "Oh! I have had the most amusing letter from have not sent the Edinburgh Review, as I re- Hogg, the Ettrick minstrel and shepherd. He quested, and hoped it would not require a note wants me to recommend him to Murray, and, day to remind you. I see advertisements of Lara speaking of his present bookseller, whose bells are never lifted,' he adds, totidem verbis, ·G-d • An engraving by Agar from Phillips's portrait of him. ⚫ See Puenis, p. 959 1 ETTER CCXXXVI. TO MR. MURRAY. d-r him and them both.' I laughed, and so would you too, at the way in which this extrication was introduced. The said Hogg is a strange being, but of great, though uncouth, powers. I think very "Aug. 5, 1814. highly of him as a poet; but he, and half of these "The Edinburgh Review is arrived-thanks. I Scotch and Lake troubadors, are spoiled by living enclose Mr. Hobhouse's letter, from which you wil in little circles and petty societies. London and perceive the work you have made. However, I have the world is the only place to take the conceit out done: you must send my rhymes to the devil you of a man-in the milling phrase. Scott, he said, is own way. It seems also that the faithful and spirgone to the Orkneys in a gale of wind;-during ited likeness' is another of your publications. I which wind, he affirms, the said Scott, he is sure wish you joy of it; but it is no likeness-that is the is not at his case, to say the best of it.' Lord, point. Seriously, if I have delayed your journey to Lord, if these home-keeping minstrels had crossed Scotland, I am sorry that you carried your com your Atlantic, or my Mediterranean, and tasted a plaisance so far; particularly as upon trifles you little open boating in a white squall—or a gale in have a more summary method;-witness the gramthe Gut-or the Bay of Biscay, with no gale at mar of Hobhouse's 'bit of prose,' which has put all-how it would enliven and introduce them to a him and me into a fever. iew of the sensations to say nothing of an illicit "Hogg must translate his own words: lifting' amour or two upon shore, in the way of essay upon is a quotation from his letter, together with G-d the Passions, beginning with simple adultery, and d-n,' &c., which I suppose requires no translation. compounding it as they went along. "I was unaware of the contents of Mr. Moore's letter; I think your offer very handsome, but of that you and he must judge. If he can get more, you won't wonder that he should accept it. have forwarded your letter to Murray,-by the way, you had addressed it to Miller. Pray write to me, and say what art thou doing? 'Not finished!' -Oons! how is this?-these flaws and starts " "Out with Lara, since it must be. The tome must be authorized by your grandam,' and are looks pretty enough-on the outside. I shall be in becoming of any other author. I was sorry to hear town next week, and in the mean time wish you of your discrepancy withs, or rather, your abjuration of agreement. I don't want to be impertinent, or buffoon on a serious subject, and am therefore at a loss what to say. pleasant journey. "Yours, &c LETTER CCXXXVII. TO MR. MOORE. "I hope nothing will induce you to abate from the proper price of your poems, as long as there is a prospect of getting it. For my own part, I have "Aug. 12, 1814. seriously and not whiningly, (for that is not my way -at least, it used not to be,) neither hopes, nor "I was not alone, nor will be while I can help it prospects, and scarcely even wishes. I am, in some Newstead is not yet decided. Claughton is to make respects, happy, but not in a manner that can or a grand effort by Saturday week to complete,-if not, ought to last, but enough of that. The worst of he must give up twenty-two thousand pounds, and If I resume it is, I feel quite enervated and indifferent. I really the estate, with expenses &c., &c. do not know, if Jupiter were to offer me my choice the Abbacy, you shall have due notice, and a cell of the contents of his benevolent cask, what I set apart for your reception, with a pious welcome. would pick out of it. If I was born as the nurses Rogers I have not seen, but Larry and Jacky cam. Of their effect, I know nott. say with a silver spoon in my mouth,' it has stuck out a few days ago. in my throat, and spoiled ny palate so that nothing ing., put into it is swallowed with much relish,-unless "There is something very amusing in your being You know, I suppose, it be cayenne. However, I have grievances enough an Edinburgh Reviewer. to occupy me that way too; but for fear of adding that Thurlow is none of the placidest, and may pos to yours by this pestilent long diatribe, I postpone sibly enact some tragedy on being told that he is the reading them, sine die. only a fool. If, now, Jeffrey were to be slain on account of an article of yours, there would be a fine conclusion. For my part, as Mrs. Winifred Jenkins says, he has done the handsome thing by me,' particularly in his last number; so, he is the best of men and the ablest of critics, and I won't have him killed,-though I dare say many wish he were, for being so good-humored. "Ever dear, M., yours, &c. "P. S. Don't forget my godson. You could not have fixed on a fitter porter for his sins than me, being used to carry double without inconven ience." LETTER CCXXXV. "Before I left Hastings, I got in a passion with an ink-bottle, which I flung out of the window one night with a vengeance;-and what then? why, next morning I was horrified by seeing that it had struck, and split upon, the petticoat of Euterpe's graven image in the garden, and grimed her as if it "Not having received the slightest answer to my-the epigrans that might be engendered on the were on purpose. Only think of my distress, and last three letters, nor the book (the last number of TO MR. MURRAY. "Aug. 4, 1814. the Edinburgh Review) which they requested, I Muse and her misadventure. "I had an adventure, almost as ridiculous, at presume that you were the unfortunate person who perished in the pagoda on Monday last, and ad- some private theatricals near Cambridge-though dress this rather to your executors than yourself. of a different description-since I saw you last. I regretting that you should have have had the ill quarreled with a man in the dark, for asking me luck to be the sole victim on that joyous occasion. who I was, (insolently enough, to be sure,) and fol"I beg leave then to inform these gentlemen lowed him into the green-room (a stable) in a rage, (whoever they may be) that I am a little surprised among a set of people I never saw before. it the previous neglect of the deceased, and also at turned out to be a low comedian, engaged to ant observing an advertisement of an approaching pub- with the amateurs, and to be a civil-spoken man lication on Saturday next, against the which I protested, and do protest, for the present. "Yours, (or theirs,) &c., • Bee Note to Hints from Horace, p. 476. "B." Не • His servant had brought him up a large jar of ink, into which, no ap posing it to be full, he had thrust his pen down to the very bottom. Eotaged on finding it come out all smeared with ink, he flung the bottle of the window into the garden, where it lighted, as bere described, upm one a eight leaden Muses, that had been imported, some time before, fro.n Holl sud -the ninth having been, by some accident, belt behind Mowire enough, when be found out that nothing very plea- "I still think Mr. Hogg and yourself might make sant was to be got by rudeness. But you would have cut an alliance. Dodsley's was, I believe, the last Deen amused with the row, and the dialogue, and decent thing of the kind, and his had great success the dress or rather the undress-of the party, in its day, and lasted several years; but then he had where I had introduced myself in a devil of a hurry, the double advantage of editing and publishing. and the astonishment that ensued. I had gone out The Spleen, and several of Oray's odes, much of of the theatre, for coolness, into the garden; there Shenstone, and many others of good repute, mads I had tumbled over some dogs, and, coming away their first appearance in his collection. Now, with from them in very ill-humor, encountered the man the support of Scott, Wordsworth, Southey, &c., I in a worse, which produced all this confusion. see little reason why you should not do as well; and "Well-and why don't you launch?'-Now is if once fairly established, you would have assistance your time. The people are tolerably tired with me, from the youngsters, I dare say. Stratford Canning, and not very much enamored of Wordsworth, who (whose Bonaparte' is excellent,) and many others, has just spawned a quarto of metaphysical blank and Moore, and Hobhouse, and I, would try a fall verse, which is nevertheless only a part of a poem. now and then, (if permitted,) and you might coas Murray talks of divorcing Larry and Jacky-a Campbell, too, into it. By-the-by, he has an unbad sign for the authors, who, I suppose, will be published (though printed) poem on a scene in (verdivorced too, and throw the blame upon one another. many, (Bavaria, I think,) which I saw last year, the Seriously, I don't care a cigar about it, and I don't is perfectly magnificent, and equal to himself. I Bee why Sam should. wonder he don't publish it. 64 "Let me hear from and of you and my godson. If a daughter, the name will do quite as well. "Ever, &c." LETTER CCXXXVIII. TO MR. MOORE. "Aug. 13, 1814. "I wrote yesterday to Mayfield, and have just now enfranked your letter to mamina. My stay in town is so uncertain (not later than next week) that your packets for the north may not reach me; and as I know not exactly where I am going, however, Newstead is my most probable destination, and if you send your despatches before Tuesday, I can forward them to our new ally. But, after that day, you had better not trust to their arrival in time. "has been exiled from Paris, on dit, for saying the Bourbons were old women. The Bourbons might have been content, I think, with returning the compliment. "I told you all about Jacky and Larry yesterday; -they are to be separated,-at least, so says the grand Murray, and I know no more of the matter. Jeffrey has done me more than 'justice;' but as to tragedy-um-I have no time for fiction at present. A man cannot paint a storm with the vessel under bare poles, on a lee shore. When I get to land, I will try what is to be done, and, if I founder, there be plenty of mine elders and betters to console Melpomene. "When at Newstead, you must come over, if only for a day-should Mrs. M. be exigeante of your presence. The place is worth seeing, as a ruin, and can assure you there was some fun there, even in my time; but that is past. The ghosts, however, and the gothics, and the waters, and the desolation, make it very lively still. &c." "Ever, dear Tom, yours, LETTER CCXXXIX. TO MR. MURRAY. "Oh!-do you recollect S**, the engraver's, mad letter about not engraving Phillips's picture of Lord Foley? (as he blundered it ;) well, I have traced it, I think. It seems, by the papers, a preacher of Johanna Southcote's is named Foley; and I can no way account for the said S**'s confusion of words and ideas, but by that of his head's running on Johanna and her apostles. It was a mercy he did not say Lord Tozer. You know, of course, that S** is a believer in this new (old) virgin of spiritual impregnation. "I long to know what she will produce: her being with child at sixty-five is indeed a miracle, but her getting any one to beget it, a greater. "If you were not going to Paris or Scotland, I could send you some game: if you remain, let me know. "P. S. A word or two of Lara,' which your en closure brings before me. It is of no great promise separately; but, as connected with the other tales, it will do very well for the volumes you mean to publish. I would recommend this arrangementChilde Harold, the smaller Poems, Giaour, Bride, Corsair, Lara; the last completes the series, and its very likeness renders it necessary to the others. Cawthorne writes that they are publishing English Bards in Ireland: pray inquire into this; because it must be stopped.' LETTER CCXL. TO MR. MURRAY. "Newstead Abbey, Sept. 7, 1814. "I should think Mr. Hogg, for his own sake, as well as yours, would be 'critical' as Iago himself in his editorial capacity; and that such a publication would answer his purpose, and yours too, with tol erable management. You should, however, have a good number to start with-I mean, good in quality; in these days, there can be little fear of not coming up to the mark in quantity. There must be many fine things' in Wordsworth; but I should think it difficult to make six quartos (the amount of the whole) all fine, particularly the pedler's portion et the poem; but there can be no doubt of his powers to do almost any thing. "I am very idle.' I have read the few books I had with me, and been forced to fish, for lack of ar gument. I have caught a great many perch, and some carp, which is a comfort, as one would not lose one's labor willingly. "Newstead Abbey, Sept. 2, 1814. I am obliged by what you have sent, but would rather not see any thing of the kind; we have had enough of these things already, good and bad, and next month you need not trouble yourself to collect even the higher generation-on my account. It "Pray, who corrects the press of your volumes? gives me much pleasure to hear of Mr. Hobhouse's and Mr. Merivale's good entreatment by the journals you mention. The Reviews and Magazines of the mont.. I hope The Corsair' is printed from the copy I corrected with the additional lines in the first canto, and some notes from Sismondi and Lavater, which I gave you to add thereto. The arrangement is very well. |