cularly to Lord and Lady Holland, and to your Duchess of Somerset.

« Ever, etc.

« P.S.—I send you a fac simile, a note of Bonstetten's, thinking you might like to see the hand of Gray's correspondent."

LETTER CCXLV.

TO MR MURRAY,

« Diodati, Sept. 29th, 1816.

<< I am very much flattered by Mr Gifford's good opinion of the MSS., and shall be still more so, if it answers your expectations and justifies his kindness. I liked it myself, but that must go for nothing. The feelings with which most of it was written need not be envied me. With regard to the price, I fixed none, but left it to Mr Kinnaird, Mr Shelley, and yourself, to arrange. Of course, they would do their best; and as to yourself, I knew you would make no difficulties. But I agree with Mr Kinnaird perfectly, that the concluding five hundred should be only conditional; and for my own sake, I wish it to be added, only in case of your selling a certain number, that number to be fixed by yourself. I hope this is fair. In every thing of this kind there must be risk; and till that be past, in one way or the other, I would not willingly add to it, particularly in times like the present. And pray always recollect that nothing could mortify me more—no failure on my own part— than having made you lose by any purchase from me. << The Monody' was written by request of Mr Kinnaird

A Monody on the death of Sheridan, which was spoken at Drurylane theatre.

for the theatre. I did as well as I could; but where I have not my choice, I pretend to answer for nothing. Mr Hobhouse and myself are just returned from a journey of lakes and mountains. We have been to the Grindelwald, and the Jungfrau, and stood on the summit of the Wengen Alp; and seen torrents of nine hundred feet in fall, and glaciers of all dimensions; we have heard shepherds' pipes, and avalanches, and looked on the clouds foaming up from the valleys below us, like the spray of the ocean of hell. Chamouni, and that which it inherits, we saw a month ago; but, though Mont Blanc is higher, it is not equal in wildness to the Jungfrau, the Eighers, the Shreckhorn, and the 'Rose Glaciers.

« We set off for Italy next week. The road is within this month infested with bandits, but we must take our chance and such precautions as are requisite.

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say

«Ever, etc.

« P.S.-My best remembrances to Mr Gifford. Pray all that can be said from me to him.

<< I am sorry that Mr Maturin did not like Phillips' picture. I thought it was reckoned a good one. If he had made the speech on the original, perhaps he would have been more readily forgiven by the proprietor and the painter of the portrait * * *.

I answered your obliging letters yesterday: to-day the Monody arrived with its title-page, which is, I

presume, a separate publication. The request of a friend :'

Obliged by hunger and request of friends.

1 will request you to expunge that same, unless you please to add, 'by a person of quality,' or 'of wit and honour about town.' Merely say, 'written to be spoken at Drury-lane.' To-morrow I dine at Copet. Saturday I strike tents for Italy. This evening, on the lake in my boat with Mr Hobhouse, the pole which sustains the mainsail slipped in tacking, and struck me so violently on one of my legs (the worst, luckily) as to make me do a foolish thing, viz. to faint-a downright swoon; the thing must have jarred some nerve or other, for the bone is not injured, and hardly painful (it is six hours since), and cost Mr Hobhouse some apprehension and much sprinkling of water to recover me. The sensation was a very odd one: I never had but two such before, once from a cut on the head from a stone, several years ago, and once (long ago also) in falling into a great wreath of snow;-a sort of gray giddiness first, then nothingness, and a total loss of memory on beginning to recover. The last part is not disagreeable, if one did not find it again.

<< You want the original MSS. Mr Davies has the first fair copy in my own hand, and I have the rough composition here, and will send or save it for you, since you wish it.

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« With regard to your new literary project, if any thing falls in the way which will, to the best of my judgment, suit you, I will send you what I can. present I must lay by a little, having pretty well exhausted myself in what I have sent you. Italy or Dalmatia

and another summer may, or may not, set me off again. I have no plans, and am nearly as indifferent what may come as where I go. I shall take Felicia Hemans' Restoration, etc. with me; it is a good poem-very.

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<< Pray repeat my best thanks and remembrances to Mr Gifford for all his trouble and good-nature towards

me.

«Do not fancy me laid up, from the beginning of this scrawl. I tell you the accident for want of better to say; but it is over, and I am only wondering what the deuce was the matter with me.

<< I have lately been over all the Bernese Alps and their lakes. I think many of the scenes (some of which were not those usually frequented by the English) finer than Chamouni, which I visited some time before. I have been to Clarens again, and crossed the mountains behind it: of this tour I kept a short journal for my sister, which I sent yesterday in three letters. It is not all for perusal; but if you like to hear about the romantic part, she will, I dare what touches upon the rocks, etc.

show say,

you

« Christabel—I won't have any one sneer at Christabel: it is a fine wild poem.

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« Madame de Staël wishes to see the Antiquary, and I am going to take it to her to-morrow. She has made Copet as agreeable as society and talent can make any place on earth.

« Yours ever,

«N.»

From the Journal mentioned in the foregoing letter, I am enabled to give the following extracts.

EXTRACTS FROM A JOURNAL.

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September 18th, 1816.

«Yesterday, September 17th, I set out with Mr Hobhouse on an excursion of some days to the mountains.

«Rose at five; left Diodati about seven, in one of the country carriages (a char-à-banc), our servants on horseback. Weather very fine; the lake calm and clear; Mont Blanc and the Aiguille of Argentières both very distinct; the borders of the lake beautiful. Reached Lausanne before sunset; stopped and slept at Went to bed at nine; slept till five o'clock.

« September 18th.

« Called by my courier; got up. Hobhouse walked on before. A mile from Lausanne, the road overflowed by the lake; got on horseback and rode till within a mile of Vevay. The colt young, but went very well. Overtook Hobhouse, and resumed the carriage, which is an open one. Stopped at Vevay two hours (the second time I had visited it); walked to the church; view from the churchyard superb; within it General Ludlow (the regicide's) monument-black marble-long inscription-Latin, but simple; he was an exile two-andthirty years-one of King Charles's judges. Near him Broughton (who read King Charles's sentence to Charles Stuart) is buried, with a queer and rather canting, but still a republican, inscription. Ludlow's house shown; it retains still its inscription-'Omne solum forti patria.' Walked down to the Lake side; servants, carriage, saddle-horses—all set off and left us plantés là, by some mistake, and we walked on after them towards Clarens; Hobhouse (ran on before, and overtook them at last.