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* My address, when I leave Newstead, will be to frequent invasions on your attention, because I have si Rochdale, Lancashire;' but I have not yet fixed the this moment nothing to interpose between you and me day of departure, and I will apprize you when ready to epistles. Set off.

"I cannot settle to any thing, and my days pass, witło " You have placed me in a very ridiculous situation, the exception of bodily exercise to some extent, with un.. but it is past, and nothing more is to be said on the subject. form indolence, and idle insipidity. I have been exYou hinted to me that you wished some alterations to be pecting, and still expect, my agent, when I shall have made; if they have nothing to do with politics or religion, enough to occupy mny reflections in business of no very I will make them with great readiness.

pleasant aspect. Before my journey to Rochdale, you “I am, sir, &c. &c.” shall have due notice where to address me, I believe at

the postoffice of that township. From Murray I re

ceived a second proof of the same pages, which I reLETTER LXXXVII.

quested him to show you, that any thing which may have

escaped my observation may be detected before the prinTO R. C. DALLAS, ESQ.

ter lays the corner-stone of an errata column. “Newstead Abbey, Sept. 15, 1811. "I am now not quite alone, having an old acquaintance "MY DEAR SIR,

and schoolfellow with me, so old, indeed, that we have “My agent will not be here for at least a week, and nothing new to say on any subject, and yawn at each cven afterwards my letters will be furwarded to Roch- other in a sort of quiet inquietude. I hear nothing from dale. I am sorry that Murray should groan on my ac- Cawthorn, or Captain Hobhouse, and their quarto-Lord count, though that is better than the anticipation of ap-have mercy on mankind! We come on like Cerberus plause, of which men and bocks are generally disap- with our triple publications. As for myself, by myself, I pointed.

must be satisfied with a comparison to Janus. “The notes I sent are merely matter to be divided, ar- "I am not at all pleased with Murray for showing the ranged, and published for notes hereafter, in proper MS.; and I am certain Gifford must see it in the same places; at present I am too much occupied with earthly light that I do. His praise is nothing to the purpose: cares, to waste time or trouble upon rhyme, or its modern what could he say? He could not spit in the face of one indispensables, annotations.

who had praised him in every possible way. I must "Pray let me hear from you, when at leisure. I have uwn that I wish to have the impression removed from his written to abuse Murray for showing the MS. to Mr. mind, that I had any concern in such a paltry transacGifford; who must certainly think it was done by my sion. The more I think, the more it disquiets me; so I wish, though you know the contrary.

will say no more about it. It is bad enough to be a * Believe me, yours ever,

scribbler, without having recourse to such shifts to extort "B" praise, or deprecate censure. It is anticipating, it is

begging, kneeling, adulating -the devil! the devil! the

devil! and all without my wish, and contrary to my exLETTER LXXXVIII,

press desire. I wish Murray had been tied to Payne's TO R. C. DALLAS, ESQ.

neck when he jumped into the Paddington Canal, and so

tell him,--that is the proper receptacle for publishers. “Newstead Abbey, Sept. 16, 1811.

You have thoughts of settling in the country, why not DEAR SIR,

try Notts ? I think there are places which would suit "I send you a motto-*

you in all points, and when you are nearer the metropolis. "'L'univers est une espdce de livre, &c.'

But of this anon. If not too long, I think it will suit the book. The pas

"I am yours, &c." sage is from a French volume, a great favourite with me, which I picked up in the Archipelago. I don't think it

LETTER XCI. is well known in England. Moubron is the author, but it is a work sixty years old. Good morning. I won't

TO R. C. DALLAS, ESQ. take up your time. "Yours ever,

“ Newstead Abbey, Sept. 17, 1811. "BYRON."

"DEAR SIR,

“I have just discovered some pages of observations on LETTER LXXXIX

the modern Greeks, written at Athens, by me, under the title of 'Noctes Atticæ.' They will do to cut up into

notes, and to be cut up afterwards, which is all that noces “Newstead Abbey, Sept. 16, 1811.

are generally good for. They were written ai Athenig “I reiurn the proof, which I should wish to be shown as you will see by the date. to Mr. Dallas, who understands typographical arrange

“ Yours ever.

“R* ments much better than I can pretend to do. The printer may place the notes in his own way, or any way, so that they are out of my way; I care nothing about

LETTER XCII. types or margins.

"If you have any communication to make, I shall be here at least a week or ten days longer.

“Newstead Abbey, Sept. 21, 811 “I am, sir, &c. &c."

"I have shown my respect for your suggestions by adopting them; but I have made many alterations in the

first proof, over and above; as, for example:
LETTER XC.

""Oh Thou, in Hellas deem'd of heavenly birth,
TO MR. DALLAS.
* Newstead Abbey, Sept. 17, 1811.

" • Since, shamed full of by laler lyre on earth,
"I can casily excuse your not writing, as you have, I
hope, something better to do, and you must pardon my

"'Yet there I've rander'd by the vaunted nl :' • For " Childe Harold."

Tand so on. So I have got rid of Dr. Lowth, and 'drunk

TO MR. MURRAY.

TO MR. DALLAS,

&c. &c.

Mine,

&c.'

to boot, and very grad I am to say so. I have also sul- I have altered it as follows :lenized the line as heretofore, and in short have been

Full from the heart of Joy's delicious spring quite conformable.

Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom Aing.' Pray, write ; you shall hear when I remove to Lancs. I have brought you and my friend Juvenal Hodgson upon

"If you will point out the stanzas on Cintra which you my back, on the score of revelation. You are fervent, wish recast, I will send you mine answer. Be good Lai he is quite glowing; and if he takes half the pains to enough to address your letters here, and they will either save his own soul, which he volunteers to redeem mine, be forwarded or saved till my return. My agent coma greu will be his reward hereafter. I honour and thank to-morrow, and we shall set out immediately. you both, but am convinced by neither. Now for notes. “ The press must not proceed of course without my Besides those I have sent, I shall send the observations seeing the proofs, as I have much to do. Pray do you on the Edinburgh Reviewer's remarks on the modern think any alterations should be made in the stanzas on Greek, an Albanian song in the Albanian (not Greek) lan- Vathek? I should be sorry to make any improper guage, specimens of modern Greek from their New allusion, as I merely wish to adduce an example of Testament, a comedy of Goldoni's translated, one scene, wasted wealth, and the reflection which arose in surveya pmspectus of a friend's book, and perhaps a song or ing the most desolate mansion in the most beautiful spol two, all in Romaic, besides their Pater Noster; so there I cver beheld. will be enough, if not too much, with what I have already

“Pray keep Cawthorn back; he was not to begin till sent. Have you received the 'Noctes Atticæ ? I sent November, and even that will be two months too soon. also an annotation on Portugal. Hobhouse is also forth- I am so sorry my hand is unintelligible; but I can neither coming."

deny your accusation, nor remove the cause of it. It is a sad scrawl, certes. A perilous quantity of annotation

hath been sent; I think almost enough, with the speciLETTER XCIII.

mens of Romaic I mean to annex.

“ I will have nothing to say to your motaphysics, and TO MR. DALLAS.

allegories of rocks and beaches ; we shall all go to the

bottom together, so · let us eat and drink, for to-morrow, “Newstead Abbey, Sept. 23, 1811. " Lisboa is the Portuguese word, consequently the much as it is better to sleep than to be awake.

&c.' I am as comfortable in my creed as others, inas. very best. Ulissipont is pedantic; and, as I have Hellas and Eros not long before, there would be something like ashamed of himself. He sent me a vastly complimentary

“I have heard nothing of Murray; I hope he is an affectation of Greek terms, which I wish to avoid, epistle, with a request to alter the two, and finish another since I shall have a perilous quantity of modern Greek in canto.' I sent him as civil an answer as if I had been my notes, as specimens of the tongue; therefore Lisboa may keep its place. You are right about the Hints ;' thing in sentiment, bui offered to tag rhymes, and mend

engaged to translate by the sheet, declined altering any they must not precede the 'Romaunt; but Cawthorn them as long as he liked. will be savage if they don't ; however, keep them back, and him in good humour, if we can, but do not let him allow me; but I shall be so busy and savage all the time,

"I will write from Rochdale when I arrive, if my affairs pub ish.

with ihe whole set, that my letters will be as pettish as “I have adopted, I believe, most of your suggestions, myself. If so, lay the blame on coal and coal-heavers. out · Lisboa' will be an exception, to prove the rule. 1 Very probably I may proceed to town by way of Newhave sent a quantity of notes, and shall continue ; but steat on my return from Lancs. I mean to be at Campray let them be copied ; no devil can read my hand. bridge in November, so that at all events we shall be By-the-by, I do not mean to exchange the ninth verse of the Good Night.' I have no reason to suppose my and do give you, though I ought to do so; but I have

nearer. I will not apologize for the trouble I have given, dog better than his brother brutes, mankind; and Argus worn out my politest periods, and can only say that I am we know to be a fable.* The Cosmopolite' was an ac

very much obliged to you. quisition abroad. I do not believe it is to be found in

“Believe me, yours always, England. It is an amusing little volume, and full of

“BYRON." French Aippancy. I read, though I do not speak, the language. I will be angry with Murray. It was a bookselling,

LETTER XCV. berkshop, Paternoster-row, paltry proceeding, and if the experiment had turned out as it deserved, I would have

TO R. C. DALLAS, ESQ. raised all Fleet-street, and borrowed the giant's staff from St. Dunstan's church, to immolate the betrayer of

“Newstead Abbey, Oct. 10. 1811.

"DEAR SIR, trust. I have written to him as he never was written to before by an author, I'll be sworn, and I hope you will

“ Stanzas 24, 26, 29, though crossed, must stand with amplify my wrath, till it has an effect upon him. You tell their alterutions. The other three are cut out to your me always yon have much to write about. Write it, wishes.* We must, however, have a repetition of the but let us drop metaphysics ;-on that point we shall proof, which is the first. I will write soon. never agree. I am dull and drowsy, as usual. I do nothing, and even that nothing fatigues me. Adieu.”.

“P. S. Yesterday I returned from Lancs.”

“ Yours ever,

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• The following are the six stanzas as they originally stcod. Thor LETTER XCIV.

appearing below, as 24, 25, 29, appeared in the poem, in an alerod slate, numbered there as 24, 25, 26, of the firs! canto. The stanzas inarted

below 25, 27, and 28, were those omitted : TO R. C. DALLAS, ESQ.

XXIV. “ Newstead Abbey, Sept. 26, 1811. * MY DEAR SIR,

Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened,

Oh, doom displeasing unto British eye! "In a stanza towards the end of canto first there is, in With diadern hight Foolscap, lo! a fiend, the concluling line,

A little fiend that scotfs incessantly,

There wits in parchment robe arrayed, and by
• Sorde bilter bubbles up, and e'en on rones stinga.'

His eide is hung a neal and sable scroll,
Where blazoned glares a name spelt Wellesley ;

And sundry signatures adorn tbe roll,
• See Letter 253.

Whereat the urchin points and laughs with all his rool.

TO MR. DALLAS

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regularly apprized. Your objections I have in part dono LETTER XCVI.

away by alterations, which I hope will suffice; and I have sent iwo or three additional stanzas for both

* Fyttes.' I have been again shocked with a death, and " Newstead Abbey, Oct. 11, 1811. have lost one very dear to me in happier tiines; but I "I have returned from Lancs, and ascertained that have almost forgot the taste of grief and 'suppei full of my property there may be made very valuable, but vari-horrors' tiil I have become callous, nor have I a tear left vus circumstances very much circumscribe my exertions for an event which five years ago would have bowed at present. I shall be in town on business in the begin- down my head to the earth. It seems as though I were ning of November, and perhaps at Cambridge before the to experience in my youth the greatest misery of age. end of this month; but of my movements you shall be My friends fall around me, and I shall be left a lonely

XXV.

The second paragraph in the preface wus originally thus : Ir golden characters, right well designed,

"It has been suggested to ine by friends, on whose opinions 1 set a First on the list appeareth one "junot:

high value, that in the fictitious cbaracter of Chude Harold,' I may in Then certain other glorious names we find :

cur the suspicion of having drawn from myself.' This I beg leave ouce (Which rhyme compellath me to place below ;)

for all to disclaim, I wantei a character to give some connexions to the Dull victors I bafled by a vanquished foe,

poem, and the one adopted suited my purpose as well as any other. In Wheedled hy cannynge tongues of laurels due,

some very trivial particulars, and thuse merely local, there might be Stand, worthy of each other, in a row

grounds for such an idea ; but in the main points, I should hope noae Sirs Arthur, Harry, and the dizzard Hew

whatever. My reader will observe that when the author speaks in his Dalrymple, seely wighe, sore dupe of tother tew.

own person, he assumes a very different lone from that of XXVI.

"The cheerless thing, the man without a friend,' Convention is the dwarfy demon styled That foiled the knights in Mariaíva's dome :

at least till death had sleprived him of his nearest connexions , or brains (if brains they hal) he them beguiled,

"I crave pardon for this egotism, which proceeds from my wish to dire And turned a nation's shallow joy to gloom.

card any probable imputation of it to the text." For well I wol, when first the news did come, That Vimiera's field by Gaul was lost;

The note to Canto l. stanza 21, was in the manuscript as follows: For paragrah ne praper scarce hall room,

“ In the year 1809, it is a well-known fact, that the assassination, la Such pens items for o'r triumphant host,

the streets of Lisbon and its vicimty, were not confined by the ortoIn Courier, Chronicle, and eke in Morning Post.

guese to their countrymen : but Englishmen were daily buichered, aud

80 f.v from the survivors obtaining redress, they were requested not to XXV11. But when Coover riou sent his handy work,

intes cre' if they perceived their compatriot delenling himself against his

amiable allies, I was once stopped in the way to the theatre, at eight in Pens, lougies, leel, bap is, combined in wild uproar;

the evening, when the streets were col more empts than they generaliy Maror, al termen, laid down th' uplified fork ;

arr, opposite to an open shop, and in a carriage with a friend, by three The beach of Bishops half turgut to store :

of our allies, and had we not fortunately been armeid, I have not the Stern Cobbelt, who for one whole week forbore

least doubt we should have adorned a tale,' instead of telling it. We "To question anght, once more with transport leapt,

have heard wonders of the Portuguese lately, and their galluntry,And lit his dev'lish quillingen, audi wore With foe such trenly never should be kept.

pray Heaven it continue : yet would it were bedtime Hal, and al! Theu burst the blatant' beast, and roared and raged, and-slep!!!! Clock,' before the number of iheir slain equals that of our comtrymea

were well!' They must fight a great many hours by Shrewsbury XXVIII.

butchered by these kind creatures, now metamorphosed into Caca Thus tinto heaven appealed the people ; heaven,

dores,' and what noi. I merely state a fact not confined to Portugal, Which loves the lieges of our gracious king,

for in Sicily and Malta we are knocked on the head ta handsome Decreed that ere our generals were forgiven,

average nightly, and not a Sicilian or Maltese is ever punished ! 'I he Inquirs should be held about the thing.

neglect of protection is disgraceful to our government and governors, for But mercy cloaked the babes beneath her wing ;

the murders are as notorious as the moon that shines upon them, and And as they spared our focs 30 spared we them.

the apathy that overlooks them. The Portuguese, it is to be hoped, are (Where was the prity of our sire for Byog?)t

complimented with the Forlorn Hope.' If the cowards are recome Yet knaves, not idiots, should the law couden.

brave. (like the rest of their kind, in a corner,) pray let them display it. Then live ye, gallant knights ! and bless your judges' phlegin.

But there is a subscription for these paci datov,' (they need not be

a. Maned of the epithet once applied to the Spartans,) and all the cha. XXIX. But ever since that martia: synod met,

ritable patronymicks, from ostenta:ious to diffident 2, and Il. la, 0:.

from an admirer of valour,' are in requisition for the lists at Lloydie, Britannia sickens, Cintra ! at thy name ; And folks in office at the mention sweat,

and the honour of British benevolence. Well, we have fought and subs

scribed, and bestowed peerages, end buried the killed by our friendo And iain would blush. ir blush they could, for shame.

and foes ; and lo! all this is to be done over again! Like Young How will posterity the deed preclaim!

The.' (in Goldsmith's Citizen of the World, as we grow older, we Will not our own and Sellow nations eneer, To view these champions cheated of their fame

grow never the better.' It would be pleasant to learn who will sui

scribe for us, in or about the year 1825, and what balion will send fifty By foes in fight o'erthrown, yet victore here,

thousand men, first to be decimated in the capital, and then decimated Where soru her finger points through many a coming year?

again in the Irish fashion nine out of ten) in the bed of honour, which, Originally, the "litte page," and “yeoman," of Childe Harold, as Serjeant Kite says, is considerably larger and more commotives than Canto 1. were introduced in the following stanzas, which were after of Don Perceval,' and generously bestow the profits of the well and

Then they must have a poet to write the Visioa tarda erased : And of his train there was a henchman page

widely pointed quarto to rebuild the. Backmynd' an' the Caringnie,

or furnish new kilts for the half-roasted Highlanders, Lord Welling A peasant boy, who served his master well; And often would his pranksome prate engage

ton, however, bas enacted marvels; and so did his oriental brother, Childe Burun's ear wheu his proud heart did well

whom I saw charioteering over the French flag, and heard clipping red

Spanish, after listening to the speech of a patriotic cobbler of india, oa With sullen thoughts that be disdain 'd to tell.

the event of his own entry into that city and the exit of some live thou. Then would he smile on him, and Alwint smiled,

sand bold Brilonis out of ihis 'best of all possible worlds. Sorely were When aught that from his young lips archly fell

we puzzled how to dispose of that same victory of Talavera ; Roda The gloomy film from Harold's eye beguiled.

victory it surely was somewhere, for every body claimed it. The Spa

nish despatch and mub called it ves!ns, and maile no grent mention of Him and one yeoman only did he take

the Viscount ; the French called - Ineira, (te my great discumfiture, for To travel east ward to a far countrie;

a French consul stopped my mooth in Greece with a pestilentiaris Ga. And though the boy was grieved to leave the lake,

Fette, just as I had killed Sebastiana in buckrum,' and King Joseph in on whoae fair banks he grew from infancy,

• Kendal green,') and we have not yet determined chat to cali il, or Eftsoons his lutle heart beat merrily,

schose, for certes it was none of our nwm. How beit, Vasena's re:reat With hope of foreign nations to behold,

is a great comfort, and as we have not been in the habit or pursning i Aud many things right marvellous to me,

some years past, no wonder we are a little awkward at first. No doubt Or which our vaunting travellers oft hare toll,

we shall improve, or if not, we have only to take to our old way of now From Mandeville

trograding, and then we are at home." This stanza was also omitted :

The following note to Canto II stanza 8, was in the original imano. Ye, who would more of Spain and Spar us know,

script, but omitted in the publication : Sights, mainta, antiques, arts, anecdotes, and war,

"In this age of bigotry, when the peritan and priest have chahged Go, hie ye hence to Palernoster-row,

places, and the wretched catholic is visiteul with the sins of lue fathers, Are they not written in the boke of Carr?

even unto generations far beyond the male of the commandment the cute fireen Erin's Knight and Europe's wandering star!

of opinion in these blanzas will dubtless ineet with many a conicmptueus Then listen, readere, to the Man of ink,

anathema. But let it he remembered, that the wpirit the roothes Hear what lie did, and soughi, and wrote afar,

desponding, not oneering, skepticism; that he who liat seen the Greek All these are coop'd within one cuarto's brink,

and onlem superstitions contending for mastery over het mer shrines This borrow, sleal, (don't buy,) and tell us what you think. of Polytheism, -whu has left in die own Country I barisees thanking

God that they are not publicans and sinuers,' and Spaniards in ters, • " Blatant beast," a figure for the moh; I think first used by Smollet ahhorring the heretics, who have hoipen them in their need :-will be tre his Adventures of an Alons, Horace has the " Bellu multorum capio Hot a little bewildered, and begin to think that as only one of them can cum." In England, fortunate enough, the illustrious mobility have not be right, they may mos: of them be wroug. With regard to morals, and ruen one.

the effect of religion on mankind, it appears, from all historical testiBy this query it is not meant that our foolish generals should have mony, to have had lecs effect in making the in love their beig'ilivuld, been shot, but that Byng might have been aparell; thongh the one suffer than inducing that cordial christian abhorrence between sectarice and ed and the others escapel, probably for Candide's reason, " pour encou- schismatics. The Turks and Quakers are the most tolerant. lian ini nager les autres."

fidel pays his herntik to the former, he may pray how, when, and where In the MS the names " Robin " and "Rupert " had been succes he pleases ; and the mild tonels and devout demeanour of the Liter, mike sively inserted here and scratched ou: again.

their lives the truest cornmentary vo the Sermou on tk. Mount

ters.

“Yours ever,

re before I am withered. Other men can always take Holland. I have always had a great respect for his resuge in their families; I have no resource but my own talents, and for all that I have heard of his character; reflections, and they present no prospect here or here- but of me, I believe, he knows nothing, except that he after, except the selfish satisfaction of surviving my bet- heard my sixth-form repetitions ten months together, at

I am indeed very wretched, and you will excuse the average of two lines a morning, and those never perniy saying so, as you know I am not apt to cant of sen- fect. I remembered him and his 'Slaves' as I passed sibility.

between Capes Matapan, St. Angelo, and his Ísle of * Instead of tiring yourself with my concerns, I should Ceriga, and I always bewailed the absence of the Air be glad to hear your plans of retirement. I suppose thology. I suppose he will now translate Vondel, the you would not like to be wholly shut out of society? Dutch Shakspeare, and 'Gysbert van Amstel will easily Now I know a large village or small town, about twelve be accommodated to our stage in its present state ; and miles off, where your family would have the advantage I presume he saw the Dutch poem, where the love of of very genteel society, without the hazard of being an- Pyramus and Thisbe is compared to the passion of coyed by mercantile affluence; where you would meet Christ ; also the love of Lucifer for Eve, and other va. with men of information and independence and where I rieties of Low Country literature. No doubt you will have friends to whom I should be proud to introduce think me crazed to taik of such things, but they are all you. There are besides, a coffee-room, assemblies, &c. in black and white and good repute on the banks of every &e. which bring people together. My mother had a canal from Amsterdam to Alkmaar. house there some years, and I am well acquainted with

"B. the economy of Southwell

, the name of this little commonwealth. Lastly, you will not be very remote from "P.S. My Poesy is in the hands of its various pube me; and though I am the very worst companion for lishers; but the 'Hints from Horace,' (to which I have young people in the world, this objection would not subjoined some savage lines on Methodism, and fero. apply to you, whorn I could see frequently. Your ex- cious notes on the vanity of the triple Editory of the penses too would be such as best suit your inclinations, Edin. Annual Register,) my 'Hints," I say, stand still, more or less, as you thought proper; but very little and why ?--I have not a friend in the world (but you would be requisite to enable you to enter into all the and Drury) who can construe Horace's Latin, or my gaveties of a country life. You could be as quiet or English, well enough to adjust them for the press, or to bustling as you liked, and certainly as well situated as on correct the proofs in a grammatical way. So that, unless the lakes of Cumberland, unless you have a particular you have bowels when you return to town, (I am too far wish to be picturesque.

off to do it for myself,) this ineffable work will be lost to * Pray, is your Ionian friend in town? You have the world for—I don't know how many weeks. promised me an introduction.—You mention having con- "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage' must wait till Murray's sulted some friends on the MSS.—Is not this contrary is finished. He is making a tour in Middlesex, and is to our usual way? Instruct Mr. Murray not to allow to return soon, when high matter may be expected. He his shopman to call the work 'Child of Harrow's Pilgri-wants to have it in quarto, which is a cursed unsaleablo mage !!!!! as he has done to some of my astonished size; but it is pestilent long, and one must obey one's friends, who wrote to inquire after my sanity on the oc- bookseller. I trust Murray will pass the Paddington casion, as well they might. I have heard nothing of Canal without being seduced by Payne and Mackinlay's Murray, whom I scolded hearuly.-Must I write more example,-I say Payne and Mackinlay, supposing that notes ? Are there not enough?-Cawthorn must be the partnership held good. Drury, the villain, has not kept back with the 'Hirts.'-1 hope he is getting on writien to me; 'I am never (as Mrs. Lumpkin says to with Hobhouse's quarto. Good evening.

Tony) to be gratified with the monster's dear wild "Yours ever, &c."

notes.'

“So you are going (going indeed!) into orders. You

must make your peace with the Eclectic Reviewers, LETTER XCVII.

they accuse you of impiety, 1 fear, with injustice. Demetrius, the 'Sieger of Cities,' is here, with ‘Gilpin

Horner. The painter is not necessary, as the portraits "Newstead Abbey, Oct. 13, 1811.

he already painted are (by anticipation) very like tho • You will begin to deem me a most liberal corre- but I want 'paulo majora' from you. Make a dash bo

new animals.-Write, and send me your "Love Songspondent; but as my letters are free, you will overlook fore you are a deacon, and try a dry publisher. their frequency. I have sent you answers in prose and

“Yours always,

"B." Ferse to all your late communications, and though I am invading your ease again, I don't know why, or what to put down that you are not acquainted with already. I am growing nervous (how you will laugh!)—but it is

LETTER XCVIII. true really, wretchedly, ridiculously, fine-ladically nerYour climate kills me; I can neither read, write,

TO R. C. DALLAS, ESQ. gör amuse myself, or any one else. My days are list

“ October 14, 1811 less, and my nights restless; I have very seldom any society, and when I have, I run out of it. At this present writing,' there are in the next room threc ladies,

* Stanza 9, for Canto II. somewhat altered, to avoid 8 and I have stolen away to write this grumbling letter.—- recurrence in a former stanza. I don't know that I sha'n't end with insanity, for I find a want of method in arranging my thoughts that perplexes • There, thou !-whose love and life together fed, te strangely; but this looks more like silliness than

Have left me here to love and live in vain :

Twined with my heart, and can I deem thee dead, madness, as Scrope Davies would facetiously remark in

When busy memory flashes o'er my brain? tis consoling manner. I must try the hartshorn of your Well I will dream that we may meet again, company; and a session of Parliament would suit me

And woo the vision to my vacant breast : well-any thing to cure me of conjugating the accursed If aught of young remembrance then remain verb 'ennuyer.'

Whato'er beside Futurity's beboat; "When shall you be at Cambridge ? You have

-Hove'er may be hinted, I think, that your friend Bland is returned from

For me 'twere blies enough to see thy spirit blesti

TO MR. HODGSON.

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DEAR SIR,

STANZA IX.

Be as it may

MR. MOORE TO LORD BYRON.

* MY LORD,

“Yours ever,

*B."

"I think it proper to state to you, that this stanza cornelian,* which some years ago I consigned 10 Miss alludes to an event which has taken place since my ****, indeed gave to her, and now I am going to make Arrival here, and not to the death of any male friend. the most selfish and rude of requests. The person who

* Yours,

“B." gave it to me, when I was very young, is dead, and

though a long time has elapsed since we met, as it was

the only memorial I possessed of that person, (in whom LETTER XCIX.

I was very much interested.) it has acquired a value by TO R. C. DALLAS, ESQ.

this event I could have wished it never to have borne in “Newstead Abbey, Oct. 16, 1811. my eyes. If therefore, Miss **** should have pre"I am or the wing for Cambridge. Thence, after a served it, I must, under these circumstances, beg her to short stay, to London. Will you be good enough to excuse my requesting it to be transmitted to me at No. kuep an account of all the MSS. you receive, for fear of 8, St. James's-street, London, and I will replace it by omission ? Have you adopted the three altered stanzas something she may remember me by equally well. As of the latest proof? I can do nothing more with them.- she was always so kind as to feel interested in the fate I am glad you like the new ones. Of the last, and of the of him that formed the subject of our conversation, you ino, I sent you a new edition-to-day a fresh note. The may tell her that the giver of that cornelian died in May lines of the second sheet I fear must stand; I will give last of a consumption, at the age of twenty-one, making Vou reasons when we meet.

the sixth, within four months, of friends and relatives tha: “ Believe me, yours ever,

I have lost-between May and the end of August.
"BYRON."

"Believe me, dear Madam,
“ Yours very sincerely,

"BYRON LETTER C.

"P.S. I go to London to-morrow."
TO R. C. DALLAL, ESQ.
*Cambridge, Oct. 25, 1811.

LETTER CIII.
* DEAR SIR,
" I send you a conclusion to the whole. In a stanza
towards the end of Canto I. in the line,

“Dublin, January 1, 1810. Oh, known the earliest and beloved the most,'

“Having just seen the name of 'Lord Byron' preI shall alter the epithet to 'esteemed the most. The fixed to a work, entitled 'English Bards and Scotch present stanzas are for the end of Canto II.

In the be- Reviewers,' in which, as it appears to me, the lie is given ginning of the week 1 shall be at No. 8, my old lodgings, to a public statement of mine, respecting an affair with in St. James's-street

, where I hope to have the pleasure Mr. Jeffrey some years since, I beg you will have the of seeing you.

goodness to inform me whether I may consider your lordship as the author of this publication.

" I shall not, I fear, be able to return to London for a

week or two; but, in the mean tiine, I trust your lord. LETTER CI.

ship will not deny me the satisfaction of knowing whether TO R. C. DALLAS, ESQ.

you avow the insult contained in the passages alluded to “8, St. James's-street, Oct. 31, 1811.

" It is needless to suggest to your lordship the pro

priety of keeping our correspondence secret. DEAR SIR,

“I have the honour to be, "I have already taken up so much of your time that there needs no excuse on your part, but a great many on

"Your lordship's very humble servant,

" THOMAS MOORE. mine, for the present interruption. I have altered the passages according to your wish. With this note I

“ 22, Molesworth-street." kend a few stanzas on a subject which has lately occupied much of my thoughts. They refer to the death of one

LETTER CIV. to whose name you are a stranger, and, consequently,

TO MR, MOORE, cannot be interested. I mean them to complete the present volume. They relate to the same person whom

“Cambridge, Oct. 27, 1811. I have mentioned in Canto II. and at the conclusion of the poem.*

“Your letter followed me from Notts. to this place " I by no means intend to identify myself with Harold, which will account for the delay of my reply. You but to deny all connexion with him. If in parts I may be thought to have drawn from myself, believe me it is

See'Letter 17.

† The above letter was transmitted by Mr. Moore to a friend of bio w in parts, and I shall not own even to that. As to in London, with a request that he would deliver it in person, but as it did the 'Monastic dome,' &c. I thought those circumstances not reach London until a few days after Lord Byron's departure for the

Continent, Mr. Moore's friend placed it the hands of Mr. Hodgson, who would suit him as well as any other, and I could de- undertook' to forward it, but, as appears by the correspondence to which Ecribe what I had seen better than I could invent. It gave rise, neglected to do so. On lord Byron's return to England,

Mr. Moore ngain wrote to him referring to his former letter, expressing would not be such a fellow as I have made my h ro for doubts of its having reached him, and resleting in nearly the same words the world.

the nature of the insult which, as it appeared to bim, the passage in

question was calculated to convey: “Ti is now uselesa,'' be continued, “Yours ever,

"B." to speak of the steps with which it was my intention to follow up thai

letter. The time which has elapsed since then, though it has done awny neither the injury nor the feeling of it, has, in many respects, materially altered my siivation and the only object which I have to w in writing

your lordship 18, to preserve some consistency with that former letter, LETTER CII.

and to prove to you that the injured feeling still exists, however circuma

stances may compel me to be deaf to its dictates at present. When I TO MISS PIGOT.

say injured ferling, let me assure your lordship that there is not

single vindtictive sentiment in iny mind towards you, “Cambridge, Oct. 28, 1811. prers that uneasiness, under (what I consider to be) a charge of false.

hood, which must haunt a man of any feeling to his grare unless the LEAR MADAM,

insuli be retracted or atoned for; and which, if I did not feel. I sheild, "I am about to vrite to you on a silly subject, and yet indeed, deserve far worse than your lorsbup's Satire could inflict uponu ( cinnot well do otherwise You may remenuher a angry or resentfun feeling towards him, it would give him sincere plea

sure, if, by any satisfactory explanation, he would enable him to seed

the honour of being henceforward ranked among his acquaintance.' * Mr. Elleston. See the Letter following.

To this letter. Lord Byron returned the above anrwer,

"SIR,

I mean but to ex.

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