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LETTER CCLVII. he bit away the backside of my breeches, and never would

TO MR. MURRAY. consent to any kind of recognition, in despite of all kinds of bones which I offered him. So, let Southey blush, and "Seaham, Stockton-upon-Tees, Feb. 2, 1815. Homer 100, as far as I can decide upon quadruped memo- "You will oblige me very much by making an occasional ries.*

inquiry at Albany, at my chambers, whether my books, &c "I humbly take it, the mother knows the son that pays are kept in tolerable order, and how far my old woman* her jointurema mistress her mate, till he * * and refuses coutinues in health and industry as keeper of niy old den salary—a friend his fellow, till he loses cash and character, Your parcels have been duly received and perused; but I and a dog his master, till he changes him.

had hoped to receive 'Guy Mannering before this time. “So, you want to know about Milady and me? But let I won't intrude further for ihe present on your evocations me not, as Roderick Random says, ' profane the chaste professional or pleasurable, but am, as usual

, mysteries of Hymen't damn the word, I had nearly spelled

“Very truly, &c." it with a small h. I like Bell as well as you do (or did, you villain !) Bessy—and that is (or was) saying a great deal.

LETTER CCLVIII. " Address your next to Seaham, Stockton-on-Tees, where we are going on Saturday (a bore, by-the-way) to see father-in-law, Sir Jacob, and my lady's lady-mother.

“Feb. 4, 1815 Wrile—and write more at length-both to the public and *Yours ever most affectionately,

“I enclose you half a letter from * * which will explain itself—at least the latter part-the former refers to privato business of mine own. If Jeffrey will take such an article,

and you will undertake the revision, or, indeed, any portion LETTER CCLVI.

of the article itself (for unless you do, by Phæbus, I will have nothing to do with it,) we can cook up, between us

three, as pretty a dish of sour-crout as ever tipped over the "Seaham, Stockton-on-Tees, Feb. 2, 1815.

tongue of a book-maker. "I have heard froin London that you have left Chats- late proposal from him made me hint this to **, who is a

. You can, at any rate, try Jeffrey's inclination. Your worth and all the women full of entusymusy't about you much better proser and scholar than I am, and a very personally and poetically; and, in particular, that "When first I met thee' has been quite overwhelming in its effect. superior man indeed. Excuse hasie-answer this.

“Ever yours most, I told you it was one of the best things you ever wrote,

"P. S, All is well at home. I wrote to you yesterday. though that dog Power wanted you to omit part of it. They are all regretting your absence at Chatsworth, according to my informant-'all the ladies quite, &c. &c. &c. Stap my vitals!

LETTER CCLIX. *Well, now you have got home again which I dare say is as agreeable as a 'draught of cool small beer to the scorched palate of a waking sot-now you have got

“Feb. 10, 1815. home again, I say, probably I shall hear from you. Since "MY DEAR THOM, I wrote last, I have been transferred to my father-in-law's, " Jeffrey has been so very kind about me and my damn. with my lady and lady's maid, &c. &c. &c. and the treacle-able works, that I would not be indirect or equivocal with moon is over, and I am awake, and find myself married. him, even for a friend. So, it may be as well to tell him My spouse and I agree to—and in—admiration. Swift that it is not mine ; but that, if I did not firmly and truly -says ‘no wise man ever married;' but, for a fool, I think it believe it to be much better than I could offer, I would

the most ambrosial of all possible future states. I still think never have troubled him or you about it. You can judge one ought to marry upon lease; but am very sure I should between you how far it is admissible, and reject it, if not

renew mine at the expiration, though next term were for of the right sort. For my own part, I have no i terest in ninety and nine years.

the article one way or the other, further than to allige ** "I wish you would respond, for I am hero 'oblitusque and should the composition be a good one, it can hurt meorum obliviscendus et illis. Pray tell me what is going neither party,-nor, indeed, any one, saving and excepting

on in the way of intriguery, and how the ws and rogues Mr. ****. of the upper Beggar's Opera go on-or rather go off-in or after niarriage; or who are going to break any particular “Curse catch me if I know what H * * pommandment. Upon this dreary coast, we have nothing meaned about the demonstrative pronoun,t but I admire but county meetings and shipwrecks; and I have this day your fear of being inoculated with the same. dined upon fish, which probably dined upon the crews of never found out that you have a particuiar style of your several colliers lost in the late gales. But I saw the sea own, which is as distinct from all other people, as Hafiz of once more in all the glories of surf and foain-almost equal Shiraz from Hafiz of the Morning Post? to the Bay of Biscay, and the interesting white squalls and "So you allowed B * * and such like to hum and haw shori seas of Archipelago memory.

you, or, rather, Lady Jersey out of her compliment, and mo "My papa, Sir Ralpho, hath recently made a speech at out of mine. Sunburn me but this was pitiful heartee. a Durham tax-meeting; and not only at Durham, but here, However, I will tell her all about it when I see her. several times sirče, after dinner. He is now, I believe,

"Bell desires me to say all kinds of civilities, and assure speaking it to himself (I left him in the middle) over various you of her recognition and high consideration. I wil tell drcanters, which can neither interrupt him nor fall asleep, you of our movements south, which may be in about three -as might possibly have been the case with some of his weeks from this present writing. By-the-way, don't ene audience.

« Ever thine,

gage yourself in any travelling expedition, as I have a plan "I inust go to tea-damn tea. I wish it was Kinnaird's of travel into Italy, which we will discuss. And then, think brandy, and with you to lecture me about it."

of the poesy wherewithal we should overflow from Venice

TO MR. MOORE.

means or

Have you

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• Don Juan, canto 3, stanza letter 92. + The letter His blotted in the MS.

1 It was thus that, according to his account, Mr. Braham, the celebrated sunder ud actor und inequauty to prvnounce the word " enthuweisusra."

Mn. Mule, his housekeeper. † Some rernark which has been made with respect w the frequent use of the demonstrative pronoun both by himself and by Sir W.SO.

+ Verses to Lady Jersey (containing an allusion to Londyron) which Mr. Moore bad wrillen, while at Chatsworth, but afterwarde destroyta

TO MR. MOORE.

to Vesuvius, to say nothing of Greece, through all which •I feel merry enough to send you a sad song.* You God willing-we might perambulate in one twelvemonth. once asked me for some words which you would set. Now if I take my wife, you can take yours; and if I leave mine, you may set or nol, as you like;—but there they are, in a you may do the same. "Mind you stand by me, in either legible hand, t and not in mine, but of my own scribbling; cuse, Brother Bruin.

so you may say of them what you please. Why don't you * And believe me inveterately yours, *B." write to me? I shall make you 'a speech' if you don't

respond quickly.

“I am in such a state of sameness and stagnation, and LETTER CCLX.

so totally occupred in consuming the fruits and sauntering

-and playing dull games al cards--and yawning-and TO MR. MOORE.

trying to read old Annual Registers and the daily papers

“Feb. 22, 1815. and gathering shells on the shore and watching the growth 'Yesierday, I sent off the packet and letter to Edinburgh. of stunted gooseberry bushes in the garder--that I have It consisted of forty-one pages, so that I have not added a neither time nor sense to say more than litze; but in my letter, I mentioned what passed between

Yours ever,

B. you and me in autumn, as my inducement for presuming *P.S. I open my letter again to put a question to you. to trouble him either with my own or * *'s lucubrations. What would Lady Cork, or any other fashionable Pidcock I am any thing but sure that it will do; but I have told give, to collect you and Jeffrey and me to one party? ] Jetfrey that if there is any decent raw material in it

, he have been answering his letter, which suggested this dainty may cut it into what shape he pleases, and warp it to his query. I can't help laughing at the thoughts of your face lukirg.

and mine; and our anxiety to keep the Aristarch in good So you won't go abroad, then, with me,—but alone. I humour during the early part of a compotation till we got ally purpose starting much about the time you mention, drunk enough to make him 'a speech. I think the critic and alone, too.

would have much the best of us of one, at least-for I

don't think diffidence (I mean social) is a disease of yours." "I hope Jeffrey won't think me very impudent in sending only; there was not room for a syllable. I have avowed as the author, and said that you thought or said, when

LETTER CCLXII. I met you last, that he (J.) would not be angry at the coalition (though, alas! we have not coalesced,) and so if I have got into a scrape, I must get out of it-Heaven knows how.

“March 8, 1810 * Your Anacreon* is come, and with it I sealed (its first * An event--the death of poor Dorset and the recol. pression) the packet and epistle to our patron.

lection of what I once felt, and ought to have felt now, but "Curse the Melodies, and the Tribes to boot. Braham could not-set me pondering, and finally into the train of is to assisi-or hath assisted—but will do no more good than thought which you have in your hands. I am very glad a second physician. I merely interfered to oblige a whim you like them, for I flatter myself they will pass as an imiof Kinnaird's, and all I have got by it was 'a speech' and a tation of your style. If I could imitate it well, I should receipt for stewed oysters.

have no great ambition of originality,I wish I could mako “Not meer-pray don't say so. We must meet some you exclaim with Dennis, 'That's my thunder, by Gd! were or somehow. Newstead is out of the question, being I wrote them with a view to your setting them, and as a early sold again, or, if not, it is uninhabitable for my spouse. present to Power, if he would accept the words, and you did Pray write again. I will soon.

not think yourself degraded, for once in a way, by marrying *P. S. Pray when do you come out ? ever, or never? them to music. I hope I have made no blunder; but I certainly inink you

"Sunburn Nathan! why do you always twit me with his said to me (after Wordsworth, whom I first pondered upon, vile Ebrew nasalities? Have I not told you it was all K.'s was given up) that * * and I might attempt ***. His doing, and my own exquisite facility of temper? But thou length alone prevented me from trying my part, though I wilt be a wag, Thomas; and sec what you get for it. Now should have been less severe upon the Reviewée. for my revenge.

"Your seal is the best and prettiest of my sel, and I thank "Depend_and perpend upon it that your opinion of you very much therefor. I have just been—or, rather, **'s Poem will travel through one or other of the quintuple cught to be very much shocked by the death of the Duke correspondents, till it reaches the ear and the liver of ihe of Dorset. We were at school together, and there I was author. Your adventure, however, is truly laughable; but passionately attached to him. Since, we have never met how could you be such a potato? You, a brother of the —but once, I think, since 1805—and it would be a paltry quill) too, 'near the throne,' to confide to a man's own pribor affectation to pretend that I had any feeling for him worth lisher (who has bought,' or rather sold, 'golden opinions' the name. But there was a time in my life when this event about him) such a damnatory parenthesis ! 'Between you would have broken my heart; and all I can say for it now and me,' quotha, it reminds me of a passage in the Heir at tha.--it is not worth breaking.

Law- Tête-à-tête with Lady Duberly, I suppose'Nom * Adieu—it is all a farce." tête-à-tête with five laundred people;' and your confidential

communication will doubtless be in circulation to thas

amount, in a short time, with several additions, and in several LETTER CCLXI.

letters, all signed L. H. R.O. B. &c. &c. &c.

• The verses enclosert were those melancholy ones, now printed in his

work, “ There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away." * March 2, 1815.

Poems, P. 194, *MY DEAR THOM,

1 The MS. was in the handwriting of Lady Byron.

These allusions to " a speech'' are connected with a little incident, Jeffrey has sent me tho most friendly of all possible let- not worth mentioning, which

had amuset un both when I was in towo ters, and has accepted * *'s article. He says he has long He was rather fond (and had been always so, as may be seen in his early

letters) of thua harping on some conventional phrase or joke.- Moore Eked not only, &c. &c. but my character. This must be He here alludes to a circumstance which I had communicateii tu hiro your doing, you dog-ar'n't you ashamed of yourself, know- in a preceding letter. In writing to one of the numerous partnera of a ing nie su well? This is what one gets for having you for enough to form a more intimate

come xion,) I had said confidentiali. (as 3 father confessor.

I thought,) in reference to a Porin that had just appeared, -" between you and me, I do not much admire Mr. "'s' Porm. The letter being chiefly upon business, was answered throngh the regular business channel,

and, to my dismay, concluded with the following words :- We are very Awal, with the head of Anacreon, which Mr Moore had given him. sorry that you do not approve of Mr.'*'s new Poem, am I are your See Hwan o idleuen

aberieat, &c.&: L.H.R.O.ac.ac."-Noore,

TO MR. MOORE,

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TO MR. COLERIDGE.

do not

"We leave this place to-morrow, and shall stop on our that his property, amounting to seven or eight thousand a way to town in the interval of taking a house there) at Col. year, will eventualy devolve upon Bell. But the old genLeigh's, near Newmarket, where any epistle of yours will tleman has been so very kind to her and me, that I hardly find its welcome way.

know how to wish him in heaven, if he can be comfortablo "I have been very comfortable here, listening to that

don earth. Her father is still in the country. monologue, which elderly gentlemen call conversation, and "We mean to metropolize tomorrow, and you will adin which my pious father-in-law repeats himself every eve- dress your next to Piccadilly. We have got the Dutchese ning, save one, when he played upon the fiddle. However, of Devon's house there, she being in France. they have been very kind and hospitable, and I like them "I don't care what Power says to secure the property of and the place vastly, and I hope they will live many happy the Song, so that it is not complimentary to me, nor any months. Bel is in health, and unvaried good-humour and thing about 'condescending' or 'noble author'-both 'vile behaviour. But we are all in the agonies of packing and phrases,' as Polonius says. parting; and I suppose by this time to-norrow I shall be stuck in the chariot with my chin upon a bandbox. I have * Pray, let me hear from you, and when you mean to be prepared, however, another carriage for the abigail, and all in town. Your continental scheme is impracticable for the he trumpery which our wives drag along with them. present. I have to thank you for a longer letter than usual, * Ever thine, most affectionately,

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which I hope will induce you to tax my gratitude still farther in the same way.

“You never told me about 'Longman' and 'next winter, LETTER CCLXIII.

and I am not a ‘milestone." »*
TO MR. MOORE.
"March 27, 1815.

LETTER CCLXIV.
'I meant to write to you before on the subject of your
loss;* but the recollection of the uselessness and worthless-
ness of any observations on such events prevented me. I

"Piccadilly, March 31, 1815. shall only now add, that I rejoice to see you bear it so well,

"DEAR SIR, and that I trust time will enable Mrs. M. to sustain it better. "It will give me great pleasure to comply with your ree Every thing should be done to divert and occupy her with quest, though I hope there is still taste enough left among other thoughts and cares, and I am sure all that can be done us to render it almost unnecessary, sordid and interested will.

as, it must be admitted, many of the trade' are, where "Now to your letter. Napoleon-but the papers will circumstances give them an advantage. I trust you have told you all. I quite think with you upon the subject, permit yourself to be depressed by the temporary partiality and for my real thoughts this time last year, I would refer of what is called 'the public' for the favourites of the moyou to the last pages of the Journal I gave you. I can ment; all experience is against the permanency of such forgive the rogue for utterly falsifying every line of mine impressions. You must have lived to see many of these Crac-which I take to be the last and uttermost stretch of pass away, and will survive many more-l mean personhuman magnanimity. Do you remember the story of a ally, for poetically, I would not insult you by a comparison. certain abbé, who wrote a Treatise on the Swedish Con- “If I may be permitted, I would suggest that there never stitution, and proved it indissoluble and eternal ? Just as was such an opening for tragedy. In Kean, there is an he had corrected the last sheet, news came that Gustavus actor worthy of expressing the thoughts of the characters III. had destroyed this immortal government: 'Sir,' quoth which you have every power of imbodying; and I cannot the abbé, 'the king of Sweden may overthrow the consti- but regret that the part of Ordonio was disposed of before tution, but not my book!" I think of the abbé, but not with his appearance at Drury-lane. We have nothing to be him.

mentioned in the same breath with 'Remorst' for very "Making every allowance for talent and most consum- many years; and I should think that the reception of that mare daring, there is, after all, a good deal in luck or destiny. play was sufficient to encourage the highest hopes of author He inight have been stopped by our frigates or wrecked and audience. It is to be hoped that you are proceeding in the gulf of Lyons, which is particularly tempestuousor in a career which could not but be successful. With iny -a thousand things. But he is certainly Fortune's fa- best respects to Mr. Bowles, I have the honour to be, vourite, and

* Your obliged and very

obedient servant, Once fairly set out on his party of pleasure,

"BYRON." Taking towns at his liking and crowns at his leisure,

"P.S. You mention my 'Satire, lampoon, or whatever From Elba to Lyons and Paris he goes,

you or others please to call it. I can only say, tha: it was Making balls for the ladies, and bows to his foes.

written when I was very young and very angry, and has You must have seen the account of his driving into the been a thorn in my side ever since; more particularly as middle of the royal army, and the immediate effect of his alınost all the persons animadverted upon became subsepretty speeches. And now, if he don't drub the allies, there quently my acquaintances, and some of them my friends is ‘no purchase in money. If he can take France by him- which is 'heaping fire upon an enemy's head,' and forgiving self, the devil's in't if he don't repulse the invaders, when me too readily to permit me to forgive myself. The part backed by those celebrated sworders—those boys of the applied to you is pert, and petulant, ard shallow enough; blade, the Imperial Guard, and the old and new army. It but, although I have long done every thing in my power to is imposible not to be dazzled and overwhelmed by his character and career. Nothing ever so disappointed me regret the wantonness or generality of many of its attempt

suppress

the circulation of the whole thing, I shall always as his abdication, and nothing could have reconciled me to ed attacks." him but some such revival as his recent exploit; though no one could anticipate such a complete and brilliant renovation.

LETTER CCLXV. “To your question, I can only answer that there have been some symptoms which look a little gestatory. It is a subject up which I am not particularly anxious, except

"April 9, 1815.

" Thanks for the books. I have great objection to you thai I think it would please her uncle, Lord Wentworth, and her father and mother. The former (Lord W.) is now • I had accused him of having entirely forgot that, in a preceding letter, ci town, and in very indifferent health. You perhaps know ! had informed him of my intention to publish with the Messrs. Longmu

TO MR. MURRAY.

in the ensuing winter, and ad led that, in giving him this information, 1

found I haten, -use an elegant Irish metaphor," whistling figo • The death of jo infau guddaughter, Olivia Byron More

a mnijenting

-Moore.

TO MR. MOORE.

TO MR. HUNT.

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proposition about inscribing the vase, * which is that it ful

, that I made no niention of the drawings * &c. when I would appea- ostentatious on my part; and of course I must had the pleasure of seeing you this morning. The fact is send ii as it is without any alteration. "Yours, &c." that till this moment I had not seen them, nor heard of their

arrival: they were carried up into the library, where i have

not been till just now, and no intimation given ine of their LETTER CCLXVI.

coming. The present is so very magnificent, that—in short

I leave Lady Byron to thank you for it herself, and merely "April 23, 1815.

send this to apologize for a piece of apparent and uninten* Lord Wentworth died last week. The bulk of his pro

tional neglect on my own part.

"Yours, &c." perty (from seven to eight thousand per ann.) is entailed on Lady Milbanke and Larly Byron. The first is gone to take possession in Leicestershire, and attend the funeral,

LETTER CCLXVIII. &c. this day.

13 Piccadilly Terrace, May-June 1, 1816. "I have mentioned the facts of the settlement of Lord

MY DEAR HUNT, Wis property, because the newspapers with their usual

"I am as glad to hear from as I shall be to see you. Wo accuracy, have been making all kinds of blunders in their came to town what is called late in the season; and since staternent. His will is just as expected the principal that time, the death of Lady Byron's uncle (in the first part settled on Lady Milbanke (now Noel) and Bell, and place) and her own delicate state of health, have prevented a separate estate left for sale to pay debts (which are not either of us from going out much; however, she is now betgreat,) and legacies to his natural son and daughter.

ter, and in a fair way of going creditably through the whole "Mirs. * *'s tragedy was last night damned. They may process of beginning a family. bring it on again, and probably will; but damned it was,- “I have the alternate wecks of a private box at Drury.

a word of the last act audible. I went (malgré that I lane Theatre; this is my week, and I send you an ad. ought to have staid at home in sackcloth for unc, but I mission to it for Kean's nights, Friday and Saturday nexi, could not resist the first night of any thing) to a private and in case you should like to see him quietly: it is close to the quiet nook of my private box, and witnessed the whole stage, the entrance by the privato-box door, and you can go process. The first three acts, with transient gushes of without the bore of crowding, jostling, or dressing. I also applause, oozed patiently but heavily on. I must say it enclose you a parcel of recent letters from Paris; perhaps was badly acted, particularly by **, who was groaned you inay find some extracts that may antise yourself or upon in the third act,—something about 'horror-such a your readers. I have only to beg you will prevent your borror' was the cause. Well, the fourth act became as

copyist, or printer, from mixing up any of the English names muddy and turbid as need be; but the fifth--what Garrick or private matter contained therein, which might lead to a used io call (like a fool) the concoction of a play—the fifth discovery of the writer ; and as the Examiner is sure to act stuck fast at the King's prayer. You know he says, travel back to Paris, might get hon into a scrape, to say he never went to bed without saying them, and did not nothing of his correspondent at home. At any rate I hope like to omit them now.' But he was no sooner upon his and think the perusal will amuse you. Whenever you knees, than the audience got upon their legs—the damn- come this way, I shall be happy to make

you acquainted able pit—and roared, and groaned, and hissed, and whis- with Lady Byron, whom you will find any thing but a fine ded.' Well, that was choked a little; but the ruffian scene lady, a species of animal whom you probably do not affect -the penitent peasantry—and killing the Bishop and the more than myself. Thanks for the 'Mask;' there is not Princessh, it was all over. The curtain fell upon un- only poetry and thought in the body, but much research heard actors, and the announcement attempted by Kean and good old reading in your prefatory matter. I hope for Monday was equally ineffectual. Mrs. Bartley was you have not given up your narrative poem, of which I bo frightened, thai, though the people were tolerably quiet, heard you speak as in progress. It rejoices me to hcar the Epilogue was quite inaudible to half the house. In of the well-doing and regeneration of the 'Feast,' setting stort.-you know all

. I clapped till my hands were skin- aside my own selfish reasons for wishing it success. I fear less, and so did Sir James Mackintosh, who was with me you stand almost single in your liking of 'Lara,' it's não in the box. All the world were in the house, from the tural that I should, as being my last and most unpopular Jerseys, Greys, &c. &c. downwards. But it would not eftervescence: passing by its other sins, it is too little nardo. It is, afier all

, not an acting play; good language, but rative, and too metaphysical to please the greater number no power.

of readers. I have, however, much consolation in the Women (saving Joanna Baillie) cannot write tragedy; they exception with which you furnish me. From Moore I have have not seen enough nor felt enough of life for it. I think not heard very lately; I fear he is a little humorous, be Semiramis or Catherine II. might have written (could they cause I am a lazy correspondent; but that shall be mended. have been unqueened) a rare play.

“Ever your obliged

and very sincere friend, “It is, however, a good warning not to risk or write tra

" BYRON gedies. I never had much bent that way; but, if I had this *P. S. 'Politics! The barking of the war-dogs for their kould have cured me. "Ever, carissime Thom.

carrion has sickened me of them for the present.” "Thine, B."

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LETTER CCLXVII.

LETTER CCLXIX.
TO MR. MURRAY.

TO MR. MOORE.
"May 21, 1815.

"13, Piccadilly Terrace, June 12, 1815. You must have thought it very odd, not to say ungrate

" I have nothing to offer in behalf of my late silence, ex

cept the most inveterate and ineffable laziness; but I am · A large sepulchral vase of silver, presented by Lord Byron, through too supine to invent a lie, or I certainly should, being Mr. Murray, to Sir Walter Scott. It was full of dead men's borits, and ashamed of the truth. Kinnaird, 1 hope, has appeased contained in this am were found in certain ancient sepulchres within the your magnanimous indignation at his blunders. I wished od walls of Athens in the month of February, 1811." The other face been the lines of Juvenal: ** Expende-quot libras in dace gummno invenier.

• Mr. Murray had presented Lady Byron with twelve drawing, by -Mussola fatetur quantula hominum corpuscula."-w. x. I Stothard, from Lorri Byron'. Poena.

TO MR. MOORE,

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and wish you were in Committee, with all my heart.* It tell him that I am the laziest and most ungrateful of seems so hopeless a business, that the company of a friend mortals ? would be quite consoling,—but more of this when we meet. "A word more ;-don't let Sir John Stevenson (as an In the mean time, you are entreated to prevail upon Mrs. evidence on trials for copyright, &c.) talk about the price Esterte to engage herself. I believe she has been written of your next Poem, or they will come upon you for the

, but your influence, in person, or proxy, would probably Property Tax for it. I am serious and have just heard a go farther than our proposals. What they are, I know long story of the rascally tax-men making Scou pay for not; all my new function consists in listening to the despair his. So, take care. Three hundred is a devil of a juo of Cavendish Bradshaw, the hopes of Kinnaird, the wishes duction out of three thousand. of Lord Essex, the complaints of Whitbread, and the calculations of Peter Moore, -all of which, and whom, seem totally at variance. C. Bradshaw wants to light the

LETTEK CCLXX. theatre with gas, which may, perhaps, (if the vulgar be believed,) poison half the audience, and all the Dramatis Personce. Essex has endeavoured to persuade Kean not

" July 7, 1815. to get drunk, the consequence of which is, that he has never «Grata superveniet,' &c. &c. I had written to you been sober since. Kinnaird, with equal success, would again, but burnt the letter, because I began to think you have convinced Raymond that he, the said Raymond, had seriously hurt at my indolence, and did not know how the too much salary. Whitbread wants us to assess the pit buffoonery it contained might be taken. In the mean time another sixpence,-a d-d insidious proposition, which I have yours, and all is well. will end in an O. P. combustion. To crown all, Robins, "I had given over all hopes of yours. By-the-by, my, the auctioneer, has the impudence to be displeased, be-'grata superveniet should be in the preseni tense; for i cause he has no dividend. The villain is a proprietor of perceive it looks now as if it applied to this present scrawl shares, and a long-lunged orator in the meetings. I hear reaching you whereas it is to the receipt of thy Kilkenny he has prophesied our incapacity,-a foregone conclusion,' epistle that I have tacked that venerable sentiment. whereof I hope to give him signal proofs before we are "Poor Whitbread died yesterday morning,-a sudden and done.

severe loss. His health had been wavering, but so fatal an “Will you give us an Opera? no, I'll be sworn, but I wish attack was not apprehended. He dropped down, and, I you would.

believe, never spoke afterward. I perceive Perry attributes "To go on with the poetical world, Walter Scott has his death to Drury-lane,-a consolatory encouragement to gone back to Scotland. Murray, the bookseller

, has been the new Committee. I have no doubt that * *, who is of cruelly cudgelled of misbegotten knaves, 'in Kendal green' a plethoric habit

, will be bled immediately; and as I have at Newington Butts, in his way home from a purlieu dinner since my marriage, lost much of my paleness

, and,hor -and robbeds—would you believe it?-of three or four resco referens' (for I hate even moderate fat)—that happy bonds of forty pounds apiece, and a seal-ring of his grand-slenderness

, to which, when I first knew you, I had attained father's worth a million! This is his version, but others I by no means sit easy under this dispensation of the Morte opine that D'Israeli

, with whom he dined, knocked him ing Chronicle. Every one must regret the loss of Whitdown with his last publication, 'the Quarrels of Authors,' bread; he was surely a great and very good man. -in a dispute about copyright. Be that as it may, the

“Paris is taken for the second time. I presume it, for the newspapers have teemed with his 'injuria formæ,' and he future, will have an anniversary capture. In the late baules has been embrocated and invisible to all but the apothecary like all the world, I have lost a connexion-poor Frederick ever since.

Howard,* the best of his race. I had little intercourse, of "Lady B. is better than three months advanced in her late years, with his family, but I never saw or heard but progress towards maternity, and, we hope, likely to go well good of him. Hobhouse's brother is killed. In short, the vrough with it. We have been very little out this season, havoc has not left a family out of its tender mercies. as I wish to keep her quiet in her present situation. Her “Every hope of a republic is over, and we must go on father and mother have changed their names to Noel, in under the old system. But I am sick at heart of politics compliance with Lord Wentworth's will

, and in complai- and slaughters; and the luck which Providence is pleased sance to the property bequeathed by him.

to lavish on Lord * *, is only a proof of the little value the "I hear that you have been gloriously received by the gods set upon prosperity, when they permit such ***s as Irish, and so you ought. But do n't let them kill you with betters. From this, however, Wellington should be ex

he and that drunken corporal, old Blucher, to bully their claret and kindness at the national dinner in your honour, which, I hear and hope is in contemplation. If you will cepted. He is a man--and the Scipio of our Hannibal. tell me the day, I 'll get drunk myself on this side of the However, he may thank the Russian frosts, which destroved water, and waft you an applauding hiccup over the

the real elite of the French army, for the successes of Wa

terloo. Channel. "Of politics, we have nothing but the yell for war; and

“La! Moore-how you blasphemes about 'Pamassus' Castlereagh is preparing his head for the pike, on which and 'Moses! I am ashained for you. Won't you do any we shall see it carried before he has done. The loan has thing for the drama ? We beseech an Opera. Kinnaird's made every body sulky. I hear often from Paris, but in

blurier was partly mine. I wanted you of all things in the direct contradiction to the hoine statements

of our hirelings. Committee, and so did he. But we are now glad you were of domestic doings, there has been nothing since Lady wiser; for it is, I doubt, a bitter business. D**. Not a divorce stirring,but a good many in

"When shall we see you in England ? Sir Ralph Noel embryo, in the shape of marriages.

(late Milbanke-he don't promise to be late Noel in a hurry)

finding that one man can't inhabit two houses, has given his "I enclose you an epistle received this morning from I know not whom; but I think it will amuse you. The place in the north to me for a habitation; and there Lady

B. threatens to be brought to bed in November. Sir R. writer must be a rare fellow.

and my Lady Mother are to quarter at Kirby-Lord "P.S. A gentleman named D'Alton (not your Dalton) Wentworth's that was. Perhaps you and Mrs. Moore has sent mo a National Poem called 'Dermid.' The same will pay us a visit at Seaham in the course of the autumn. cause which prevented my writing to you operated against If so, you and I (without our wives) will take a lark to Edir. my wish to write to him an epistle of thanks. If you see burgh and embrace Jeffrey. It is not much above one bim, will you make all kinds of fine speeches for me, and hundred miles from us. But all this, other high mat

• Toe Committee of Managers of Druryane Theatre.

. See Childe Harold, Canto 111-stanu S.

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