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TO MR. TAYLOR.

TO MR. SOTHEBY.

TO MR. MURRAY.

you this

answer.

TO MR. SOTHEBY.

ters, we will discuss at meeting which I hope will be on

LETTER CCLXXIII. your return. We do n't leave town till August.

"Ever, &c.'

*13, Terrace, Piccadilly, Sept. 25, 1816. * DEAR SIR,

"I am sorry you should feel uneasy at what has by no LETTER CCLXXI.

means troubled me.* If your Editor, his correspondents,

and readers, are amused, I have no objection to be the "Sept. 15, 1815. Piccadilly Terrace.

theme of all the ballads he can find room for,-provided his DEAR SIR,

lucubrations are confined to me only. van'* is accepted, and will be put in progress on

It is a long time since things of this kind have ceased Kean's arrival.

to‘fright me from my propriety;' nor do I know any similar * The theatrical gentlemen have a confident hope of its attack which would induce me to turn again,- unless it success. I know not that any alterations for the stage will involved those connected with me, whose qualities, I hope, be necessary: if any, they will be trifling, and you shall be are such as to exempt them in the eyes of those who bear duly apprized. I would suggest that you should not attend no good-will to myself

. In such a case, supposing it to any except the latter rehearsals—the managers have re- occur—to reverse the saying of Dr. Johnson, what the quested me to state this to you. You can see them, viz. law could not do for me, I would do for myself; be the Dibdin and Rae, whenever you please, and I will do any

consequences what they might. thing you wish to be done, on your suggestion, in the mean

"I return you, with many thanks, Colnian and the letters. time.

The Poems, I hope, you intenaud me to keep;—at least, I Mrs. Mardyn is not yet out, and nothing can be deter- shall do są, till 'I hear the contrary. mined till she has made her appearance-I mean as to her

“Very truly yours" capacity for the part you mention, which I take it for granted is not in Ivan-as I think Ivan may be performed

LETTER CCLXXIV. very well without her. But of that hereafter.

“Ever yours, very truly, "BYRON. "P S. You will be glad to hear that the season has

"Sept. 25, 1818 begun uncommonly well—great and constant houses-the

“Will you publish the Drury-lane 'Magpye? or, what is performers in much harmony with the Committee and one more, will you give fifty, or even forty, pounds for the copy

quesanother, and as much good-humour as can be preserved in right of the said?, I have undertaken to ask such complicated and extensive interests as the Drury-lane can't get so much for him by ten pounds from any body

tion on behalf of the translator, and wish you would. We proprietary."

else, and I, knowing your magnificence, would be glad of an

"Ever, &c." LETTER CCLXXII.

LETTER CCLXXV. "Sept. 25, 1815. "DEAR SIR,

"Sept. 27, 1815. "I think it would be adviseable for you to see the acting

«That's right, and splendid, and becoming a publisher of managers when convenient, as these must be points on high degree. Mr. Concanen (the translator) will be de which you will want to confer; the objection I stated was lighted, and pay his washerwoman; and in reward for your merely on the part of the performers, and is general and bountiful behaviour in this instance, I won't ask you to not particulao io this instance. I thought it as well to publish any more for Drury-lane, or any lane whatever Bantion it at once-and some of the rehearsals you will again. You will have no tragedy or any thing else from doubtless see, notwithstanding.

me, I assure you, and may think yourself lucky in having * Rae, I rather think, has his eye on Naritzen for him- got rid of me, for good and all

, without more damage. Bui self. He is a more popular performer than Bartley, and I'll tell you what we will do for you—act Sotheby's Ivan certainly the cast will be stronger with him in it; besides, which will succeed; and then your present and next imhe is one of the managers, and will feel donbly interested pression of the dramas of that dramatic gentleman will be if he can act in both capacities. Mrs. Bartley will be expedited to your heart's content; and if there is any thing Petrowna ;-as to the Empress, I know but what to say or very good, you shall have the refusal; but you sha'n't have think. The truth is, we are not amply furnished with any more requests. tragic women; but make the best of those we have, you can

"Sotheby has got a thought, and almost the words from take your choice of them. We have all great hopes of the the third Canto of the Corsair

, which, you know, was pub success on which, setting aside other considerations, we lished six months before his tragedy. It is from the storm are particularly anxious, as being the first tragedy to be in Conrad's cell. I have written to Mr. Sotheby to claim brought out since the old Committee.

it; and, as Dennis roared out of the pit, 'By G-d, that's my " By-the-way-I have a charge against you. As the thunder" so do I, and will I, exclaim, 'By G—d, that's my great Mr. Dennis roared out or a similar occasion-By lightning? that electrical fluid being, in fact, the subject of G- that is my thunder!' so do I exclaim “This is my

the said passage. Tightning! I allude to a speech of Ivan's, in the scene with

"You will have a print of Fanny Kelly, in the Maid, to Petrowna and the Empress, where the thought and almost prefix, which is honestly worth twice the money you have expression are similar to Conrads in the 3d Canto of the given for the MS. Pray what did you do with the note I

"Ever &c.” Corsair.' l, however, do not say this to accuse you, but gave you about Mungo Park? to exempt inyself from suspicion, as there is a priority of six months' publication, on my part, between the appearance

LETTER CCLXXVI. of that composition and of your tragedies.

"George Lambe meant to have written to you. If you do n't like to confer with the managers at present, I will

* 13, Terrace, Piccadilly, Ort. 7. 1816

"MY DEAR HUNT, stond to your wishes—so state them. “ Yours very truly,

"BYRON."

"I had written a long answer to your last, which I rut

• An attack on Lord und Lady Byron, in the Sun newspaper, of whid A Tragedy, by Mr. Sotheby.

TO MR. MURRAY.

TO MR. HUNT.

Mr. 'Taylor was proprietur.

TO MR. HUNT.

the

TO MR. MOORE.

into the fire, partly, because it was a repetition of what I sion, which shan't be longer than I can make it. Mv have already said, and next, because I considered what tive for writing that poem was, 1 fear, not so fair as you are my opinions are worth, before I made you pay double willing to believe it; I was angry, and determined i lue postage, as your proximity lays you within the jaws of witty, and, tighting in a crowd, dealt about my blows against The treinendous · Twopenny,' and beyond the verge of all alike, without distinction or discernment. When I canie franking, the only parliamentary privilege, (saving one home from the East, among other new acquaintances and other,) of much avail in these . costermonger' davs. friends, politics and the state of the Nottingham rioters, (of

"Pray don't make me an exception to the 'Long live King which county I am a landholder, and Lord Holland ReRichard' of your bards in the Feast.' I do allow him* 10 corder of the town,) led me by the good offices of Mr. be the prince of the bards of his time,' upon the judgment Rogers, into the society of Lord Holland, who, with Lady of those who must judge more impartially than I probably Holland, was particularly kind to me; about March, 1812 do. I acknowledge him as I acknowledge the Houses of this introduction took place, when I made my first speech Ilanover and Bourbon, the—not the 'one-eyed monarch of on the Frame Bill, in the same debate in which Lord Holthe blind,'—but the blind monarch of the one-eyed. I merely land spoke. Soon after this, I was correcting the fifth take the liberty of a free subject to vituperate certain of edition of 'E. B.' for the press, when Rogers represented to bis edicts, and that only in private. I shall be very glad to me that he knew Lord and Lady Holland would not be see you, or your remaining canto; if both together, so sorry if I suppressed any farther publication of that Poem; much the better.-I am interrupird."

* and I immediately acquiesced, and with great pleasure, for

I had attacked them upon a fancied and false provocation,

with many others; and neither was, nor am sorry, to havo LETTER CCLXXVII.

done what I could to stifle that ferocious rhapsody. This was subsequent to my acquaintance with Lord Holland,

and was neither expressed nor understood, as a condition

"Oct. 15, 1815. of that acquaintance. Rogers told me he thought I ought * DEAR HUNT,

to suppress it; I thought so too, and did as far as I could, "I send you a thing whose greatest value is its present and that's all. I sent you my copy, because I consider your rarity;t the present copy contains some manuscript cor- having it much the same as having it myself. Lady Byron rections previous to an edition which was printed, but not has one; I desire not to have any other, and sent it only as published, and, in short, all that is in the suppressed edition, a curiosity and a memento." the fifth, except twenty lines in addition, for which there was not room in the copy before me. There are in it many opinions I have altered, and some which I retain ; upon

LETTER CCLXXIX. whole, I wish that it had never been written, though my sending you this copy (the only one in my possession, unless one of Lady B.'s be excepted) may seem at variance with

13, Terrace, Piccadilly, Oct. 28, 1815. this statement: but my reason for this is very different ; it from every body but yourself; and I suppose you punctilious

“You are, it seems, in England again, as I am to hear is, however, the only gift I have made of the kind this many because I did not answer your last Irish letter. When did a day.

*P.S. You probably know that it is not in print for sale, you leave the 'swate country? Never mind, I forgive you ; nor ever will be (if I can help it) again."

-a strong proof of I know not what—to give the lie to

• He never pardons who bath done the wrong.' "You have written 10 * *. You have also written to

Perry, who intimates hope of an Opera from you. ColeLETTER CCLXXVIII.

ridge has promised a Tragedy. Now, if you keep Perry's

word, and Coleridge keeps his own, Drury-lane will be set "Oct. 22, 1815.

up ;-and, sooth to say, it is in grievous want of such a list

We began at seed, and are blown already. When I say "You have excelled yourself

, if not all your contempo- ' we;' I mean Kinnaird, who is the “all in all sufficient,' and raries, in the canto which I have just finished. I think it can count, which none of the rest of the Committee can. above the former books; but that is as it should be; it rises

* It is really very good fun, as far as the daily and nightly with the subjecy the conception appears to me perfect

, and stir of these strutters and fretters go; and, if the conceri. the erecution perhaps as nearly so as verse will admit. could be brought to pay a shilling in the pound, would do There is more originality than I recollect to have seen else- inuch credit to the management Mr. has an acwhere within the same compass, and frequent and great cepted tragedy, *****, whose first scene is in his sleep, happiness of expression. In short, I must turn to the faults, (I do n't mean the author's.) It was forwarded to us as a or what appear to be such to me: these are not many, nor prodigious favourite of Kean's; but the said Kean, upon such as may not be easily altered being almost all verbal; interrogation denies his eulogy, and protests against his and of the same kind as I pretended to point out in the part. How it will end, I know not. former cantos, viz. occasional quaintness and obscurity, and

"I say so much about the theatre, because there is no a kind of harsh and yet colloquial compounding of epithets, thing else alive in London at this season. All the world as if to avoid saying common things in the common way; are out of it, except us, who remain to lie in—in December difficile est propriè communia dicere,' seems at times to or perhaps earlier. Lady B. is very ponderous and pros have met with in you a literal translator. I have made a perous, apparently, and I wish it well over. few, and but a few pencil marks on the MS. which you can

« There is a play before me from a personage who signs follow, or not, as you please.

himself 'Hibernicus. The hero is Malachi, ihe Irishman "The Poem, as a whole, will give you a very high station; and king; and the villain and usurper, Turgesius the Dane. but where is the conclusion? Don't let it cool in the com- The conclusion is fine. Turgesius is chained by the leg position! You can always delay as long as you like re

(vide stage direction) to a pillar on the stage; and King vising, though I am not sure, in the very face of Horace, Malachi makes him a speech, not unlike Lord Castle that the 'nonum' &c. is attended with advantage, unbess reagh's about the balance of power and the lawfulness of we read 'months' for 'years.' I am glad the book sentt legitimacy, which puts Turgesius into a phrensy—as Caspached you. I forgot to tell you the story of its suppres- tereagh's would, if his audience was chained by the leg.

He draws a dagger and rushes at the orator; but, finuing

himself at the end of his tether, he sticks it into his own # A copy of the English Bards and Scotch Rerlewers:

carcass, and dies, saying, he has fulfilled a prophecy.

TO MR. HUNT.

MY DEAR HUNT,

• Wordsworta.

“Ever yours,

TO MR. HUNT.

“Now, this is serious, dowwight matter of fact, and the carry their dead very far; they must have lived Dear la gravesi part of a tragedy which is not intended for bur- where they were buried. There are n) cemeteries in lesque. I tell it you for the honour of Ireland. The writer“remnte places' except such as have the cypress and the hupes it will be represented :—but what is Hope ? no:hing tombstone still left, where the olive and the habitation of buit the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of the living have perished. ... These things I was struck Truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked with, as coming peculiarly in my own way; and in boihi! harlot we have got hold of. I am not sure that I have not these he is wrong: yet I should have noticed neither, but said this last superfino reflection before. But never mind; for his attack on Pope for a like blunder, and a peevish --it will do for the tragedy of Turgesius, to which I can affectation about himn of despising a popularity which he: appena it.

will never obtain. I write in great haste, and, I doubi, nr "Well, but how dost thou do? thou bard, not of a thou- much to the purpose, but you have it hot and hot, just as it sand, best three thousand! I wish your friend, Sir John comes, and so let it go. By-the-way, both he and you go Pano-furie, had kept !hat 10 himself, and noi made it pub- too far against Pope's 'So when the moon,' &c.; it is no lic at the trial of the song-seller in Dublin. I tell you why; translation, I know; but it is not such false description as it is a Überal thing for Longman to do, and honourable for asserted. I have read it on the spot ; there is a burst, and you to obtain; but it will set all the 'hungry and dinnerless a lightness, and a glow about the night in the Troad, which lank-jawed judges' upon the fortunate author. But they makes the planets vivid,' and the 'polo glaring.' The moon bed-d-the 'Jeffrey and the Moore together are confi- is at least the sky is, clearness itself; and I know no more dent against the world in ink! By-the-way, if poor Cole-appropriate expression for the expansion of such a heaven ndge—who is a man of wonderful talent, and in dis -o'er the scene—the plain—the sea—the sky-Ida—the and about to publish two vols. of Poesy and Biography, Hellespont-Simois-Scamander—and the Isles—than and who has been worse used by the critics than ever we that of a 'flood of glory.' I am getting horribly lengthy. were-will you, if he comes out, promise me to review him and must stop: to the whole of your letter I sav ditto io favourabiy in the E. R.? Praise hiin. I think you must, Mr. Burke,' as the Bristol candidate cried by way of but you will also praise him uell,—of all things the most electioneering harangue. You need not speak of morbid difficult. It will be the making of him.

feelings and vexations to me; I have plenty; but I must “This must be a secret between you and me, as Jeffrey blame partly the times, and chiefly myself: but let us forget might not like such a project-nor, indeed, might Coleridge them. I shall be very apt to do so when I see you nexi. tumself like it. But I do think he only wants a pioneer, Will you come to the theatre and see our new manageand a sparkle or two to explode most gloriously. ment? You shall cut it up to your heart's content. root "Ever yours most affectionately, "B." and branch, afterwards, if you like, but come and see it!

If not, I must come and see you.

“Very truly and affectionately, LETTER CCLXXX.

"Byrox. "P.S. Not a word from Moore for these two months.

Pray let me have the rest of Rimini. You have two ex•13, Terrace, Piccadilly, Sept.-Oct. 30, 1815. cellent points in that Poem, originality and Italianism. 1 MY DEAR HUNT,

will back you as a Bard against half the fellows on whom *Many thanks for your books, of which you already you have thrown away much good criticism and eulogy; know my opinion: their external splendour should not dis- but do n't let your bookseller publish in quarto, it is the arb you as inappropriate—they have still more within than worst size possible for circulation. I say this on bibliowithout. I take leave to differ from you on Wordsworth, polical authority. "Again, yours ever, as freely as I once agreed with you; at that time I gave han credit for a promise, which is unfulfilled. I still think his capacity warrants all you say of it only, but that his

LETTER CCLXXXI. performances since 'Lyrical Ballads' are miserably inadequate to the ability which lurks within him: there is undoubtedly much natural talent spilt over the 'Excursion, but it is rain upon rocks, where it stands and stagnates, or

« Terrace, Piccadilly, Oct. 31, 1815.

"I have not been able to ascertain precisely the time of rain upon sands, where it falls without fertilizing. Who can understand him? Let those who do, make him intel- duration of the stock market; but I believe it is a good tino bgible. Jacob Behmen, Swedenborg, and Joanna South

for selling out, and I hope so. First, because I shall see cote, are mere types of this arch-apostle of mystery and you; and, next, because I shall receive certain moneys on

behalf of Lady B. the which will materially conduce to my mysticism. But I have done,—no, I have not done, for I have two petty, and perhaps unworthy objections in small comfort,— I wanting (as the duns say) ‘0 make up a sum.

“ Yesterday, I dined out with a largeish party, where matters to make to him, which, with his pretensions to

were Sheridan and Colman, Harry Harris of C. G. and his accurate observations, and fury against Pope's false translation of the moonlight scene in Homer, I wonder he brother, Sir Gilbert Heathcote, Ds. Kinnaird, and others

of note and notoriety. Like other parties of the kind, it should have fallen into: these be they:-He says of Greece

was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disin the body of his book, that it is a land of

putatious, then unintelligible, then altogethery, then inar* Riters, fertile plains, and sounding shores,

ticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last Under 1 cope of variegated sky.'

step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again The rivers are dry half the year, the plains are barren, and without stumbling ;-and, to crown all, Kinnaird and I had the shores still and tideless as the Mediterranean can make to conduct Sheridan down a d-d corkscrew staircase; them; the sky is any thing but variegated, being for months which had certainly been constructed before the discovery and months but 'darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.'— The of fermented liquors, and to which no legs, however crooked uen is in his notes, where he talks of our 'Monuments could possibly accommodate themselves. We deposited crowded together in the busy, &c. of a large town,' as cum- him safe at home, where his man, evidently used to the pared with the still seclusion of a Turkish cemetery in business, waited to receive him in the hall. some remote place. This is pure stuff; for one monument « Both he and Colman were, as usual, very good; but I u our churchyards there are ten in the Turkish, and so carried away much wine, and the wine had previously crowded that you cannot wal between them; that is, carried away my memory; so that all was hiccup and divided merely by a path or road; and as to 'remote places,' happiness for the last hour or ro, and I am not impregnated men never uke the trouble, in a barbarous country, tol with any of the conversation. Perhaps you heard of a late

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answer of Sheridan to the watchman who found him bereft think most highly of it, and feel anxious that you should be of that 'divine particle of air,' called reason,

* the publisher; but if you are not, I do not despair of finding

He, the watchman, found those who will. Sherry in the street, fuddled and bewildered, and almost " I have written to Mr. Leigh Hunt, stating your willinginsensible. "Who are you, sir ?—no answer. 'What's ness to treat with him, which, when I saw you, I understood your name?'—a hiccup. “What's your name ?-Answer, you to be. Terms and time I leave to his pleasure and in a slow, deliberate, and impassive tone,-'Wilber- your discernment; but this I will say, that I think it the force!!! is not that Sherry all over ?—and to my mind safest thing you ever engaged in. I speak to you as a man excellent. Poor fellow, his very dregs are better than the of business: were I to talk to you as a reader or a critic, I 'first sprightly runnings' of others.

should say, it was a very wonderful and beautiful performe "My paper is full, and I have a grievous headach. ance, with just enough of fault to make its beauties more

"P. S. Lady B. is in full progress. Next month will remarked and remarkable. bring to light (zvith the aid of 'Juno Lucina, fer opem' or “And now to the last; my own, which I feel ashamed of rather opes, for the last are most wanted) the tenth wonder after the others:-publish or not as you like, I do n't care of the world; Gil Blas being the eighth, and he (my son's one dumn. If you do n't, no one else shall

, and I never father) the ninth."

thought or dreamed of it, except as one in the collection. If it is worth being in the fourth volume, put it there and

nowhere else ; and if not, put it in the fire. "Yours, LETTER CCLXXXII.

"N."

TO MR. MOORE.

TO MR. MURRAY.

I

"Nov. 4, 1815. “Had you not bewildered my head with the 'stocks,'

LETTER CCLXXXIV. your letter would have been answered directly. Had n't I to go to the city? and had n't I to remember what to ask when I got there? and had n't I forgotien it?

"Nov. 14, 1815. "I should be undoubtedly delighted to see you; but I don't "I return you your bills not accepted, but certainly not like to urge against your reasons my own inclinations. unhonoured. Your present offer is a favour which I would Come you must soon, for stay you won't. I know you of accept from you, if I accepted such from any man. Had old ;-you have been too much leavened with London to such been my intention, I can assure you I would have keep long out of it.

asked you fairly, and as freely as you would give; and I "Lewis is going to Jamaica to suck his sugar-canes. cannot say more of my confidence or your conduct. He sails in two days ; I enclose you his farewell note. * The circumstances which induce me to part with my baw him last night at D. L. T. for the last time previous books,* though sufficiently, are not immediately, pressing lo his voyage. Poor fellow! he is really a good man; an I have made up my mind to them, and there's an end. excellent man; he left me his walking-stick and a pot of "Had I been disposed to trespass on your kindness in preserved ginger. I shall never eat the last without tears this way, it would have been before now; but I am not n my eyes, it is so hot. We have had a devil of a row sorry to have an opportunity of declining it

, as it sets my among our ballarinas: Miss Smith has been wronged about opinion of you, and indeed of human nature, in a different a hornpipe. Tlie Committee have interfered; but Byrne, light from that in which I have been accustomed to con. the a—d ballet-master, won't budge a step. I am furious, sider it.

* Believe me very truly, &c." Bo is George Lambe. Kinnaird is very glad, because-he do n't know why; and I am very sorry, for the same reason. Today I dine with Kd.-we are to have Sheridan and Colman again ; and to-morrow, once more, at Sir Gilbert

LETTER CCLXXXV. Heathcote's.

TO MR. MURRAY.

TO MR. HUNT.

Jeigh Hunt has written a real good and very original

“Doc. 25, 1815. Poerin, which I think will be a great hit. You can have no

"I send some lines, written some time ago, and intended notion how very well it is written, nor should I, had I not as an opening to the 'Siege of Corinth. I had forgotten redde it

. As to us, Tom-eh, when art thou out? If you them, and am not sure that they had not better be left out think the verses worth is, I would rather they were em

now: on that, you and your Synod can determine.f balmed in the Irish Melodies, than scattered abroad in a

"Yours, &c." separate song; much rather. But when are thy great things out? I mean the Po of Pos; thy Shah Nameh. It is very kind in Jeffrey to like the Hebrew Melodies. FRAGMENTS OF LETTERS WRITTEN ABOUT THIS TIME Some of the fellows here preferred Sternhold and Hopkins, and said so ;' the fiend receive their souls therefor! " I must go and dress for dinner. Poor, dear Murat,

"With regard to the English Bards and Scotch Re. wha: an end! You know, I suppose, that his white plume viewers, I have no concealments, nor desire to have any used to be a rallying point in baille,* like Henry the from you or yours; the suppression occurred (I am as sure Fourth's. He refused a confessor and a bandage ; 90 as I can be of any thing) in the manner stated: I have would neither suffer his soul or body to be bandaged. You never regretted thai, but very often the composition, that is, shall have more to-morrow or next day. “Ever, &c.'

the humeur of a great deal in it. As to the quotation youts allude to, I have no righi, nor indeed desire, to prevent it;

but, on the contrary, in common with all other writers, I do LETTER CCLXXXIII.

and ought to take it as a compliment.

“ The paper on the Methodists I redde, and agree with

the writer on one point, in which you and he perhaps differ;

"Nov. 4, 1815. "When you have been enabled to form an opinion on

• In consequence of his pecuniary embarrassments at this time, he had Mr. Coleridge's MS. you will oblige me by returning it, as, ' expressed an intention of parting with this books. On hearing this, Mr.

Murray instantly forwarded him 15001, with an assurauce that another in fact, I have an authority to let it out of my hands.

sum of the same amount should be at his service in a few weeks, and that fsuch assistance should not be sufficient, Mr. Murray was most ready

liepose of the copyrights of all his past works for his use. .8 Poems, p. 196.

See Poema, L. 131.

TO MR. MURRAY.

TO MR. HUNT.

to me.

TO MR. MOORE.

that an adhliction to poetry is very generally the result of

LETTER CCLXXXVII. 'an uneasy mind in an uneasy body; disease or deformity have been the attendants of many of our best. Collins mad

« Jan 28, 1816. -Chatterton. I think, mad-Cowper mad-Pope crooked

DEAR HUNT, -Milton blind-Gray (I have heard that the last was afflicted by an incurable and very grievous distemper,

"I return your extract with thanks for the perusal, and though not generally known) and others I have some

hope you are by this time on the verge of publication. My where read, however , that poets rarely go mad. I suppose

pencil-marks on the margin of your former manuscripts I the writer means that their insanity effervesces and evapo no such meaning as you imagine for their being wi'hheld

never thought worth the trouble of deciphering, but I had rates in verse—may be so.

'I have not had time to attack your system, which ought from Murray, from whom I differ entirely as to the terms to be done, were it only because it is a system. So, by and of your agreement; nor do I think you asked a piastre 100 by, have at you.

"Yours, ever,

much for the Poem. However, I doubt not he will dral *BYRON.".

fairly by you on the whole; he is really a very good fellow,

and his faults are merely the leaven of his 'trade'-'the

trade! the slave-trade of many an unlucky writer. "Of 'Rimini,' Sir Henry Englefield, a mighty man in the “ The said Murray and I are just at present in no good blue circles, and a very clever man any where, sent to humour with each other; but he is not the worse for that; I Murray, in terms of the highest eulogy; and with regard to feel sure that he will give your work as fair or a fairer the common reader, my sister and cousin (who are now all chance in every way than your late publishers; and what my family, and the last since gone away to be married) he can't do for it, it will do for itself. were in fixed perusal and delight with it, and they are not "Continual business and occasional indisposition havo critical, but fair, natural unaffected, and understanding been the causes of my negligenco (for I deny neglect) in persons. Frere, and all the arch-literati, I hear, are also not writing to you immediately. These are excuses; I unanimous in a high opinion of the Poem."

wish they may be more satisfactory to you than they are

I opened my eyes yesterday morning on your compliment of Sunday. If you knew what a hopeless and

lethargic den of dulness and drawling our hospital is during LETTER CCLXXXVI.

a debate; and what a mass of corruption in its patients, you would wonder, not that I very seldom speak, but that I ever

attempted it, feeling, as I trust I do, independently. Howe

" Jan. 5, 1816. ever, when a proper spirit is manifested without doors,' I “I hope Mrs. M. is quite re-established. The little girl will endeavour not to be idle within. Do you think such a was born on we 10th of December last: her name is Au- time is coming? Methinks there are gleams of it. My gusta Ada (the second a very antique farnily name,-1 forefathers were of the other side of the question in Charles' believe not used since the reign of King John.) She was days, and the fruit of it was a title and the loss of an enorand is, very flourishing and fat, and reckoned very large mous property. for her dayssqualls and sucks incessantly. Are you “If the old struggle comes on, I may lose the one, and answered? Her mother is doing very well

, and up again. shall never regain the other, but no matter; there are I have now been married a year on the second of this things, even in this world, betier than either. marath-heigh-ho! I have seen nobody lately much worth

* Very truly, ever yours,

"B." noting, except S** and another general of the Gauls, once or twice at dinners out of doors. S * * is a fine, foreign, vila mous-looking, intelligent, and very agreeable man; his

LETTER CCLXXXVIII. compatriot is more of the petil-maitre, and younger, but I should think not at all of the same intellectual calibre with the Corsican--which S * *, you know, is, and a cousin of

“Feb. 8, 1816. Napoleon's.

"Do not mistake me,I really returned your book for * Are you never to be expected in town again? To be the reason assigned, and no other. It is too good for so sire, there is no one here of the 1500 fillers of hot rooms, careless a fellow. I have parted with all my own books, called the fashionable world. My approaching papa-ship and positively won't deprive you of so valuable 'a drop of deta ined us for advice, &c. &c.—though I would as soon that immortal man.' be here as any where else on this side of the straits of "I shall be very glad to see you, if you like to call, though Gibraltar.

I am at present contending with the slings and arrows of "I would gladly—or, rather, sorrowfully—comply with outrageous fortune,' some of which have struck at me from your request of a dirge for the poor girl you mention. But a quarter whence I did not indeed expect them. But no how can I write on one I have never seen or known? matter, " there is a world elsewhere,' and I will cut my way Besides you will do it much better yourself. I could not through this as I can. write upon any thing, without some personal experience

"If you write to Moore, will you tell him that I shal and foundation; far less on a theme so peculiar. Now, you answer his letter the moment I can muster time and have both in this case; and, if you had neither, you have spirits ?

"B.x." inore imagination, and would never fail.

"This is but a dull scrawl, and I am but a dull fellow. Just at present, I am absorbed in 500 contradictory con

LETTER CCLXXXIX. leinplations, though with but one object in view—which will probably end in nothing, as most things we wish do. But never mind as somebody says 'for the blue sky bends

“Feb. 29, 1816. over all.' I only could be glad, if it bent over me where it " I have not answered your letter for a time; and, at is a little bluer; like the 'skyish top of blue Olympus,' which, present, the reply to part of it might extend to such a length, by-the-way, looked very white when I last saw it. that I shall delay it till it can be made in person, and then

"Ever, &c." I will shorten it as much as I can.

"In the mean time, I am at war with all the world and I had mentioned to him, us a subject worthy of his bent power of his wife;' or rather, 'all the world and any wife' are at war pathos, a meiarchały event which had just occurred in my neighbourhood, with me, and have not yet crushed me whatever they may her to shien, I have myselí nade allusion in one of the Sacred Melodies-do. I do n't know inai in che course of a hair oreadth Weep for .

TO MR. ROGERS.

“ Ever yours,

TO MR. MOORE.

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