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into my mind but it takes entire possession of my heart, and I am as incapable of reading for an hour after as if I had just left Hamlet or Othello. There are single sentences in the world far outvaluing three or four hundred authors, all entire, as there have been individual men outvaluing many whole nations; Washington, for instance, and Kosciusko, and Hofer, were fairly worth all the other men of their times-I mean that each was. So Count D'Orsay was the happy discoverer of Alpinula. Sure enough, they who look out of a window see more than they who pore over a desk. D'Orsay's mind is always active. I wish it would put his pen in motion. At this season of the year I fancied he was at Melton. Does not he lament that this bitter frost allows him no chance of breaking his neck over gates and double hedges? Pray offer him my kind remembrances. I am sorry to hear of Fonblanque's bad health, although it has not yet diminished his vigor in writing. We have nothing like him in the political world. Your friend, Lord Durham, must either be a very patriotic man or a very ambitious one. I confess to you, my ambition and patriotism united would not induce me to undertake what he has undertaken, for the possession of all America, North and South. I am so timid and thoughtless a creature, that I would not have a chilblain for a kingdom. I would not even dip this pen in ink, if it cost me any exertion, to set obstinate fools rather more right than they were before. What are they? chaff soon blown away, to make room for other chaff, thrashed on the same floor. Superstition and fraud must be drawn out of the ring; then men will have fair play, and fight for any stake that suits them.

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"Believe me, ever your obliged

W. S. LANDOR."

(No date.)

'Certainly it was my intention to surprise you some day with a couple of tragedies. You ought never to have heard that I had written one. Forster is the only person to whom I ever spoke a word about it, and I requested him to keep it a secret. It is not my intention or wish that either of them should come upon the stage. Indeed, I can not easily be induced to allow them to be printed in my lifetime. I said, in my last publication, that I would publish nothing more. At present you will not easily believe that I finished one of my dramas in thirteen days, the other in eight, from the conception to the completion.

"My old acquaintance, Mr. Brown, whom you remember for the Dictionary, has been induced to come over and spend the last week with me. On Wednesday he will show me Plymouth, near which city he is residing. I shall return after three days. He told me some curious anecdotes: you know his accuracy. He heard from H— that J—, Lady H—'s pet, was very unwilling that he (H) should notice (in any way) my Imaginary Conversations.' But, hearing that he intended to punish me for my contemptuousness toward Bonaparte, he assented.

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Mr. Brown accompanied poor Keats on a visit to W

Keats read to

him a part of his 'Endymion,' in which, I think, he told me there is a 'Hymn to Pan.' W looked red, though grave, and said at last, 'A pretty piece of paganism.'

"This reminds me of Kenyon's question to Robinson, 'Did you ever, you who have traveled with him for months together, did you ever hear him speak favorably of any author whatsoever?'

"Robinson's reply was, ' He certainly is not given to the laudatory.'

"He well deserves the flagellation I have given him for his impudence in regard to Southey. But, to make amends, if ever he writes five such things as you will find at the end of my volume, I will give him as many hundred pounds. I will now publish nothing more for the remainder of my life. The little I have to say on this subject I say in a few lines to good Southey, which I prefix to the 'Five Dramatic Scenes.' W. S. L."

"April 3d, 1838.

"If any one knows the warmth and sincerity of your friendship, I do, and therefore it grieves me that what I published of [ ] has given you uneasiness. But his petulant animosity, his malignant spirit, was to be rebuked; and it was time to teach him that there are men in the world as much stronger than himself as he is stronger than a spider. W. S. L."

"Bath, October, 1838.

"What a deplorable thing, that the only man in England capable of governing a country has thrown up his powers-powers exercised so signally for the public good.

"His enemies say he has persons of bad character about him—nothing more likely. What potentate was ever without them? Armor is not made of gold, but of iron and brass; thoroughly good men will never be hangerson, even on men better than themselves. We want scoundrels. God has been indulgent to us in this article of equipment. Can not you do more than our crucci* of ministers? Can not you persuade Lord Durham to show, on this occasion, all the firmness of his character-pacify Canada, then return, look his enemies in the face, scatter them to the dust by it, and turn his back? W. S. L."

"December, 1838.

"My friend Forster has promised to come to Bath to make me a visit after Christmas. This is friendship put to the proof. I would rather face a fire of musketry than these abominable fogs. We have, however, some amusements. Thalberg has been here, and there is to be another concert on Monday. To attend it is really going in spite of one's teeth. Mine begin to mutiny on such occasions, although they are as strong as another's. "Piety is greatly on the increase at Bath-not only conceited evangelism, Neapolitan term for asses.-R. R. M.

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but most genuine piety, and among men who certainly make no false pretensions. The last time I was at the rooms I heard two go through the same formula on the same occasion. They both had been waiting in the lobby, and they both had been blessed by having handed their ladies into their carriages. One shuffled his shoulders, and the other dilated both nostrils, and each exclaimed, with equal devotion, Thank God!'

W. S. L."

"January 1st, 1839. I never was paid so

"I have this instant sent your note te poor well for celebrity. It has made him very ill. He is now about to publish a drama on the Deluge, on which he tells me has been engaged for twenty years. You can not be surprised that he is grievously and hopelessly afflicted, having had water on his brain so long. The threatened deluge makes me open my prayer-book to look for the blessed words of the royal Psalmist, and join his majesty in ‘O that I were a bird!'—a water-bird, of course-wild goose, sheldrake, gull, &c.-in short, any thing that might possibly escape from the interior of the ark, for which (I fear) not a drop of spirit has been provided. Contented as I am to be a water-drinker, I do not prefer the water of tanks and cisterns, particularly if it has lain very long in lead. W. S. L."

"January 15th, 1839.

"I have been in Berkshire for four days, on a visit to Hare, who insisted on my keeping his birthday. He is residing at West Woodhay House, built by Inigo Jones. It would do passably well for Naples, better for Timbuctoo. All but my victuals were congealed. I almost envied the bed of Procrustes, so enormous was mine-such a frozen sea. A company of comedians might have acted in it any piece they chose, and there would have been ample room for prompter and orchestra. I was ready to say my prayers when I was delivered from it. W. S. L."

"March 7th, 1839.

"This morning I have taken back to the circulating library the last volume of Vidocq. If I had time, or, rather, if I took any great interest in two such people as the great thief and the great thief-taker, I would compose a parallel, inch by inch, of these two men.* One of them frightened all the good, the other all the bad; one betrayed all his employers, the other all his accomplices; one sacrificed the hopeful to ambition, the other the desperate to justice.

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'I doubt whether, in seven years, I could form the corollary more completely than I have done in the seventh of a minute; but it will require a century to make men honest and wise enough to bear the question, Which is best?' The whole race of moral swindlers and ring-droppers must be taken up first. When God has stripped us all of furs and flounces, our just proportions will be discovered better. W. S. L."

The contemplated parallel was between Napoleon and Vidocq.-R. R. M.

“I have often thought of the pleasure you must enjoy in the society of Miss Power. It is to be hoped she will prevail on you to be less studious, and to think a little more of your health.

"It is long since I heard any thing of Forster or Kenyon. I suspect that Kenyon must be abroad, for I wrote to him about a month ago, and have received no answer. W. S. L."

"Bath, November 17th, 1839.

"I am not surprised at hearing that Trelawney has retired from society. He possesses a strong and philosophical mind, and we have only the choice of living quite alone or with scoundrels. He might, perhaps, have taken the alternative, if these had any genius or even any pleasantry. I could be well content in solitude as deep as his. Never were my spirits better than in my thirtieth year, when I wrote 'Gebir,' and did not exchange twelve sentences with men. I lived among woods, which are now killed with copper works, and took my walk over sandy sea-coast deserts, then covered with low roses, and thousands of nameless flowers and plants, trodden by the naked feet of the Welsh peasantry, and trackless. These creatures were somewhat between me and the animals, and were as useful to the landscape as masses of weed or stranded boats. But what can be said of those manufactured things from the work-shop of politics which have neither edge nor handle, which it may hurt one to tread upon, and which it is troublesome to kick aside?

"I am grieved that my good Milnes, so pure-hearted, so affectionate, should mix with the busy adventurers of either faction. His genius is so very far above them, and his fortune so independent. We are losing some families: among the rest is one I much esteem-the Frenches. Mr. French is the brother of Lord Ashbrooke, who has written of old some very elegant poetry, and is an amusing and pleasant man. W. S. L."

(No date, probably written in 1839.) "Digby, who became a Catholic, and Padre Pagani, who probably is the next in learning to Digby among the Catholics, are inclined to convert me.* Doubtless it is an amusement to them to throw the rod and line over the running stream: the trout laughs in his sleeve, and sidles, and shows all his specks. Alas! I can no longer sing my old version of Adeste Fideles, for want of chorus-'Adeste Fideles! læte triumphantes!' &c.

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A few months ago I went to occupy my former seat in the Catholic Chapel, where I had once been seated between Mrs. Fitzherbert and Helen Walsh Porter. On the wall, at the extremity of it, I saw a marble tablet. I went

* Dr. Pagani, a native of Italy, the president of the Roman Catholic colleges at Rugby and Ratcliffe, in Leicestershire, is one of the most gifted men of his order, and perhaps of his profession, in this country. He belongs to the order founded by the Count Rosmini, one of the most remarkable theological writers of his time.-R. R. M.

toward it, and there I found the name of my oldest friend, Mrs. Ferrers, and just beyond it was her daughter's. I will venture to say, and I do it without pride, I was at that moment the most religious and devout man in the whole chapel. It is true I did not hear the service, and the music, which was so mingled with the affections as to be lost among them; yet, instead of wishing to be reminded of soft words and tender looks, which I went for, the faces of old friends rose up from the grave before me, and were far more welcome. I waited until all were gone out, and then I placed my brow against the edge of the monument. Age has its follies, you see, no less than youth.

"I wish to hear your ladyship's opinion of my friend Colonel Napier's History. In my opinion, he holds incomparably the highest rank among all now extant in the literary world. W. S. L."

"Bath, December 1st, 1839.

"On Wednesday last I was present at a wedding; the only one I ever was at, excepting one other. There was bride-cake, and there were verses in profusion, two heavy commodities! But what an emblematic thing the bridecake is! All sugar above, and all lumpiness below. But may Heaven grant another, and far different destiny, to my sweet-tempered, innocent, sensible young friend.

"Lord and Lady Aylmer are here, and we have had cose stupende in music. Lady Aylmer gave me a different account of Rose Bathurst's sad fate from the 'Idler in Italy.' She expressed a wish that your ladyship had heard it circumstantially from Mills. It was most affecting. Lord Aylmer twice dashed into the Tiber, once with hat and coat on. Being a bad swimmer, and finding he could do nothing with these impediments, he made for the bank, threw his coat off, and plunged in a second time. He would have attempted a third time, but Lady A, secing the horse now at last without his rider, held him, and declared, if he went again, she would follow. His mouth was full of mud, and he was quite distracted. He felt the effect for two entire years, and probably his health still suffers from it. A more humane or a more generous man does not exist. How he loves his nieces! Rose Bathurst kept her seat, in the middle of the stream, to a great distance. Probably some stake, or fragment of ruin, caught her riding habit and drew her off.

"W. S. L."

"Bath, April 1st, 1841.

me the appointment of You can present them

"Perhaps you may have interest enough with the Tories, now they are coming into place, and I am growing old, to obtain road-sweeper from Gore House across to Hyde Park. a proof in print that I avowed myself a Conservative. If you should not succeed in the application, I shall still be ever your ladyship's obliged

"W. S. LANDOR.

"P.S.—I know there must be many names already down before mine. I

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