as the man in Bluebeard says and sings. I wrote to t maintain, and the campaign is apparently now to you upon matters at length, some days ago; the cen, and as I have already spent thirty thousand letter, or letters, you will receive with this. We are dollars in three months upon them in one way or desirous to hear more of the loan; and it is some other, and more especially as their public loan has time since I have had any letters (at least of an in-succeeded, so that they ought not to draw from inditeresting description) from England, excepting one viduals at that rate, I have given them a refusal, of 4th Feb., from Bowring (of no great import-and-as they would not take that,-another refusal ance). My latest dates are of 9bre, or of the 6th in terms of considerable sincerity. 10bre four months exactly. I hope you get on well in the islands here most of us are, or have been, more or less indisposed, natives as well as foreign "They wish now to try in the islands for a few thousand dollars on the ensuing loan. If you can serve them, perhaps you will, (in the way of infor mation, at any rate,) and I will see that you have fair play, but still I do not advise you, except to act as you please. Almost every thing depends upon the arrival, and the speedy arrival, of a portion of the loan to keep peace among themselves. If the can but have sense to do this, I think that they will be a match and better for any force that can be brought against them for the present. We are all doing as well as we can." EXTRACTS FROM A A JOURNAL, BEGUN NOVEMBER 14, 1813. "IF this had been begun ten years ago, and faith-rating a romance, or rather a tale, in prose ;-but fully kept!!!-heigho! there are too many things I what romance could equal the events quæque ipse vidi, Et quorum pars magna fui.' wish never to have remembered, as it is. Well,-I have had my share of what are called the pleasures of this life, and I have seen more of the European and Asiatic world than I have made a good use of. "To-day Henry Byron called on me with my little They say virtue is its own reward,'-it certainly cousin Eliza. She will grow up a beauty and a should be paid well for its trouble. At five-and-plague; but, in the mean time, it is the prettiest twenty, when the better part of life is over, one child! dark eyes and eyelashes, black and long as should be something-and what am I? nothing but the wing of a raven. I think she is prettier even five-and-twenty--and the odd months. What have than my niece, Georgiana,-yet I don't like to think I seen? the same man all over the world,-ay, and so neither; and, though older, she is not so clever. woman too. Give me a Mussulman who never asks "Dallas called before I was up, so we did not questions, and a she of the same race who saves meet. Lewis, too-who seems out of humor with one the trouble of putting them. But for this same every thing. What can be the matter? he is not plague-yellow-fever and Newstead delay, I should married-has he lost his own mistress, or any other have been by this time a second time close to the person's wife? Hodgson, too, came. He is going Euxine. If I can overcome the last, I don't so to be married, and he is the kind of man who will much mind your pestilence; and, at any rate, the be the happier. He has talent, cheerfulness, every spring shall see me there,-provided I neither marry thing that can make him a pleasing companion; myself nor unmarry any one else in the interval. I and his intended is handsome and young, and all wish one was-I don't know what I wish. It is odd that. But I never see any one much improved by I never set myself seriously to wishing without at- matrimony. All my coupled contemporaries are taining it-and repenting. I begin to believe with bald and discontented. W. and S. have both lost the good old Magi, that one should only pray for their hair and good-humor; and the last of the two the nation, and not for the individual;-but, on my had a good deal to lose. But it don't much signify principle, this would not be very patriotic. "No more reflections.-Let me see-last night I finished Zuleika, my second Turkish Tale. I believe the composition of it kept me alive-for it was written to drive my thoughts from the recollection of what falls off a man's temples in that state. "Mem. I must get a toy to-morrow for Eliza, and send the device for the seals of myself and ** Mem. too, to call on the Staël and Lady Holland to-morrow, and on *, who has advised me (without seeing it, by-the-by) not to publish Zuleika;' I believe he is right, but experience might have taught him that not to print is physiAt least, even here, my hand would tremble to write cally impossible. No one has seen it but Hodgson This afternoon 1 have burned the scenes of my and Mr. Gifford. I never in my life read a compocommenced comedy. I have some idea of expecto-sition, save to Hodgson, as he pays me in kind. It it. 'Dear, sacred name, rest ever unreveal'd,' • The Bride of Al is a horrible thing to do too frequently;-better print, and they who like may read, and, if they don't like you have the satisfaction of knowing that they bitter diet! Hodgson likes it better than the have, at least, purchased the right of saying so. Giaour, but nobody else will, and he never liked "I have declined presenting the Debtor's Peti- the Fragment. I am sure, had it not been for Mur tion, being sick of parliamentary mummeries. I ray, that would never have been published, though have spoken thrice; but I doubt my ever becoming the circumstances which are the groundwork make an orator. My first was liked; the second and third it * heigh-ho! -I don't know whether they succeeded or not. I "To-night I saw both the sisters of ; my have never yet set to it con amore; one must have God; the youngest so like! I thought I should hara some excuse to oneself for laziness, or inability, or sprung acress the house, and am so glad no one was both, and this is mine. 'Company, villanous com- with me in Lady Holland's box. I hate those likepany, bath been the spoil of me;'-and then, I nessess-the mock-bird, but not the nightingalehave drunk medicines,' not to make me love so like as to remind, so different as to be paintul others, but certainly enough to hate myself. One quarrels equally with the points of resemblance and of distinction. "Nov. 17. "Two nights ago, I saw the tigers sup at Exeter 'Change. Except Veli Pacha's lion in the Morea, -who followed the Arab keeper like a dog,-the "No letter from; but I must not complain. fondness of the hyæna for her keeper amused me The respectable Job says, Why should a hand most. Such a conversazione! There was a hip-man complain? I really don't know, except it e popotamus,' like Lord Liverpool in the face; and that a dead man can't; and he, the said pair.arch, the Ursine Sloth' hath the very voice and manner did complain, nevertheless, till his friends were of my valet-but the tiger talked too much. The tired, and his wife recommended that pious pro elephant took and gave me my money again-took logue, Curse and die;' the only time, I suppose. off my hat-opened a door-trunked a whip-and when but little relief is to be found in swearing. I behaved so well, that I wish he was my butler. The have had a most kind letter from Lord Holland, on handsomest animal on earth is one of the panthers; The Bride of Abydos,' which he likes, and so dors but the poor antelopes were dead. I should hate to Lady H. This is very good-natured in both, from see one here:-the sight of the camel made me pine whom I don't deserve any quarter. Yet I did thick, again for Asia Minor. 'Oh quando te aspiciam ?' at the time, that my cause of enmity proceeded from Holland House, and am glad I was wrong, and wish I had not been in such a hurry with that confounded satire, of which I would suppress even the memory i "Went last night with Lewis to see the first of-but people, now they can't get it, make a fuss, I Antony and Cleopatra. It was admirably got up, verily believe, out of contradiction. and well acted-a salad of Shakspeare and Dryden. "Nov. 16. 66 George Ellis and Murray have been talking Cleopatra strikes me as the epitome of her sex-something about Scott and me, George pro Scato, fond, lively, sad, tender, teasing, humble, haughty, and very right too. If they want to depose him beautiful, the devil!-coquettish to the last, as well I only wish they would not set me up as a competi with the asp' as with Antony. After doing all tor. Even if I had my choice, I would rather be the she can to persuade him that-but why do they earl of Warwick than all the kings he ever made! abuse him for cutting off that poltroon Cicero's Jeffrey and Gifford I take to be the monarch-maker■ head? Did not Tully tell Brutus it was a pity to in poetry and prose. The British Critic, in the have spared Antony? and did he not speak the Rokeby Review, have presupposed a comparison, Philippics? and are not words things?' and such which I am sure my friends never thought of, and words' very pestilent 'things' too? If he had W. Scott's subjects are injudicious in descending had a hundred heads, they deserved (from Antony) to. I like the man-and admire his works to what a rostrum (his was stuck up there) a-piece-though, Mr. Braham calls entusymusy. All such stud can after all, he might have as well have pardoned him, only vex him, and do me no good. Many hate has for the credit of the thing. But to resume-Cleopa- politics,-(I hate all politics;) and, here, a man's tra, after securing him, says, yet go-it is your politics are like the Greek soul—an sidodar, besides interest,' &c.; how like the sex! and the questions God knows what other soul, but their estimate of about Octavia-it is woman all over. the two generally go together. 66 "To-day received Lord Jersey's invitation to Mid- Harry has not brought ma petite cousine. I dleton-to travel sixty miles to meet Madame de want us to go to the play together; she has been Staël ! I once travelled three thousand to get but once. Another short note from Jersey, invit among silent people; and this same lady writes ing Rogers and me on the 23d. I must see my octavos and talks folios. I have read her books-agent to night. I wonder when that Newstead like most of them, and delight in the last: so I business will be finished. It cost me more than won't hear it, as well as read. ** words to part with it-and to have parted with it↑ "Read Burns to-day. What would he have been, What matters it what I do? or what becomes of if a patrician? We should have had more polish-me?-but let me remember Job's saying, and conless force-just as much verse, but no immortality sole myself with being a living man.' -a divorce and a duel or two, the which had he "I wish I could settle to reading again; my life is survived, as his potations must have been less spir- monotonous, and yet desultory. I take up books, tuous, he might have lived as long as Sheridan, and fling them down again. I began a comeds, and and outlived as much as poor Brinsley. What a burned it because the scene ran into reality; a novel, wreck is that man! and all from bad pilotage; for for the same reason. In rhyme, I can keep more Lo one had ever better gales, though now and then away from facts; but the thought always rins a little to squally. Poor dear Sherry! I shall never through, through...........yes, yes, through.' I bans forget the day he, and Rogers, and Moore, and I had a letter from Lady Melbourne, the best friend passed together; when he talked, and we listened, I ever had in my life, and the cleverest of women. without one yawn, from six till one in the morning. "Not a word from. Have they set out from "Got my seals * Have again forgot a*? or has my last precious epistle fallen inte he plaything for my petite cousine Eliza; but must lion's jaws? If so and this silence looks saspsend for it to-morrow. I hope Harry will bring her cious-I must clap on my musty morion to me. I sent Lord Holland the proofs of the last hold out my iron.' I am out of practice, but 1 Giaour,' and the Bride of Abydos.' He won't won't begin again at Manton's now. Besides, I like the latter, and I don't think that I shall long. would not return his shot. I was once a famosa It was written in four nights to distract my dreams wafer-splitter; but then the bullies of society made from **. Were it not thus, it had never been com- it necessary. Ever since I began to feel that I nat posed; and had I not done something at that time, a bad cause to support, I have left off the exercise. I must have gone mad, by eating my own heart- "What strange ridings from that Anakum af and archy-Bonaparte! Ever since I defended my Houri. She was very good-tempered, and every bus of him at Harrow against the rascally time- thing was explained. 66 servers, when the war broke out in 1803, he has To-day, great news,-the Dutch have taken been a Heros de Roman' of mine, on the conti- Holland,-which, I suppose, will be succceded by nent; I don't want him here. But I don't like the actual explosion of the Thames. Five provinces those same flights, leaving of armies, &c., &c. I have declared for young Stadt, and there will be am sure when I fought for his bust at school, I did inundation, conflagration, constirpation, conster not think he would run away from himself. But I nation, and every sort of nation and nations, fight should not wonder if he banged them yet. To be ing away up to their knees, in the damnable quage beat by men would be something; but by three stu- of this will-o'-the-wisp abode of Boors. It is said, pid, legitimate-old-dynasty boobies of regular-bred Bernadotte is among them, too; and, as Orange Sovereigns-O-hone-a-rie !-O-hone-a-rie! It must will be there soon, they will have (Crown) Prince be, as Cobbet says, his marriage with the thick-Stork and King Log in their Loggery at the same lipped and thick-headed Autrichienne brood. He time. Two to one on the new dynasty! had better have kept to her who was kept by Barras. "Mr. Murray has offered me one thousand guineas I never knew any good to come of your young wife, for the Giaour' and the Bride of Abydus.' I and legal espousals, to any but your sober-blooded won't-it is too much, though I am strongly temptDoy,' who 'eats fish' and drinketh no sack.' Had ed, merely for the say of it. No bad price for a he not the whole opera? all Paris? all France? fortnight's (a week each) what?-the gods knowBut a mistress is just as perplexing-that is, one, it was intended to be called poetry. two or more are manageable by division. "I have dined regularly to-day, for the first time "I have begun, or had begun a song, and flung since Sunday last-this being Sabbath, too. All the it into the fire. It was in remembrance of Mary rest, tea and dry biscuits-six per diem. I wish to Duff, my first of flames, before most people begin to God I had not dined now! It kills me with heaviburn. I wonder what the devil is the matter withness, stupor, and horrible dreams;-and yet it was me! I can do nothing, and-fortunately there is but a pint of bucellas and fish.-Meat I never touch, nothing to do. It has lately been in my power to -nor much vegetable diet. I wish I were in the make two persons (and their connexions) comforta- country, to take exercise, instead of being obliged ble, pro tempore, and one happy ex tempore,-I re- to cool by abstinence, in lieu of it. I should not so joice in the last particularly, as it is an excellent much mind a little accession of flesh,-my bones can man. I wish there had been more inconvenience well bear it. But the worst is, the devil always and less gratification to my self-love in it, for then came with it,-till I starve him out, and I will not there had been more merit. We are all selfish be the slave of any appetite. If I do err, it shall and I believe, ye gods, of Epicurus! I believe be my heart, at least, that heralds the way. Oh in Rochefoucault above men, and in Lucretius, (not my head-how it aches!-the horrors of diges Busby's translation,) about yourselves. Your bard tion! I wonder how Bonaparte's dinner agrees with has made you very nonchalant and blest; but as he him? has excused us from damnation, I don't envy you "Mem. I must write to-morrow to 'Master your blessedness much-a little, to be sure. I re- Shallow who owes me a thousand pounds,' and member last year, said to me at **, Have we seems, in his letter afraid that I should ask him for not passed our last month like the gods of Lucre- it;-as if I would !-I don't want it (just now, at tius? And so we had. She is an adept in the least), to begin with; and though I have often text of the original, (which I like too;) and when wanted that sum, I never asked for the repayment that booby Bus. sent his translating prospectus, she of 107. in my life-from a friend. His bond is not subscribed. But, the devil prompting him to add a due this year; and I told him when it was, I should specimen, she transmitted him a subsequent answer, not enforce it. How often must he make me say saying, that, after perusing it, her conscience would the same thing? not permit her to allow her name to remain on the List of subscribers.' "I am wrong-I did once ask *** to repay me But it was under circumstances that excused me to Last night, at Lord Holland's him, and would to any one. I took no interest, nor -Mackintosh, the Ossulstones, Puységur, &c., required security. He paid me soon-at least, his there I was trying to recollect a quotation (as I padre. My head! I believe it was given me to ache think) of Stael's, from some Teutonic sophist about with. Good even. architecture. Architecture,' says this Macoronica "Nov. 22, 1813. Tedescho, reminds me of frozen music.' It is "Orange Boven!' So the bees have expelled somewhere-but where ?-the demon of perplexity the bear that broke open their hive. Well,-if we must know and wor't tell. I asked Moore, and he are to have new De Witts and De Ruyters, God said it was not in her; but P r said it must be speed the little republic! I should like to see the Hague and the village of Brock, where they hers, it was so like. H. laughed, as he have such primitive habits. Yet, I don't know, does at all' De l'Allemagne,'-in which, however, I-their canals would cut a poor figure by the memothink he goes a little too far. B., I hear, contemns ry of the Bosphorus; and the Zuyder Zee look it too. But there are fine passages ;-and after all, awkwardly after Ak Degnity.' No matter,-the what is a work-any-or every work-but a desert bluff burghers, puffing freedom out of their short with fountains, and, perhaps, a grove or two, every tobacco-pipes might be worth seeing; though I preday's journey? To be sure, in Madame, what we fer a cigar or a hooka, with the rose-leaf mixed with often mistake, and pant for,' as the cooling the milder herb of the Levant. I don't know what stream,' turns out to be the mirage,' (critice, liberty means,-never having seen it, but wealth rerbiage ;) but we do, at last, get to something like is power all over the world; and as a shilling per the temple of Jove Ammon, and then the waste forms the duty of a pound (besides sun and sky and we have passed is only remembered to gladden the beauty for nothing) in the East,-that is the coun contrast. to explain try. How I envy Herodes Atticus!-more than Pomponius. And yet a little tumult, now and then, "Called on C She is is an agreeable quickener of sensation; such as a very beautiful, to my taste, at least; for on coming revolution, a battle, or an aventure of any lively home from abroad, I recollect being unable to look description. I think I rather would have been Bon at any woman but her-they were so fair, and un-neval, Ripperda, Alberoni, Hayreddin, or Horuc meaning, and blonde. The darkness and regularity Barbarossa, or even Wortley Montague, than Maof her features reminded me of my Jannat al homet himself. Aden. But this impression wore off; and now I "Rogers will be in town soon!-the 23d is fixed ran look at a fair woman without longing for a for our Middleton visit. Shall I go? umph: -In this island, where one can't ride out without overtaking the sea, it don't much matter where one goes. He "Ward-I like Ward. By Mahomet! I begi to think I like every body; a disposition not to be encouraged; a sort of social gluttony, that swallows "I remember the effect of the first Edinburgh every thing set before it. But I like Ward. Review on me. I heard of it six week before,piquant; and in my opinion, will stand very high in read it the day of its denunciation,-dined and the House and every where else if he applies ne drank three bottles of claret, (with S. B. Davies, I ularly. By-the-by, I dine with him to-morrow, think,)-neither ate nor slept the less, but never-which may have some influence on my opinion. It theless, was not easy till I had vented my wrath is as well not to trust one's gratitude after da and my rhyme, in the same pages, against every ner. I have heard many a host libelled by his guests, thing and every body. Like George, in the Vicar with his burgundy yet reeking on their rascally of Wakefield, the fate of my paradoxes' would lips. allow me to perceive no merit in another. I remembered only the maxim of my boxing-master, "I have taken Lord Salisbury's box at Covent which, in my youth was found useful in all general Garden for the season;-and now I must go and riots, Whoever is not for you is against you-prepare to join Lady Holland and party, in thes, mill away right and left,' and so I did;-like at Drury Lane, questa sera. Ishmael, my hand was against all men, and all "Holland doesn't think the man is Junius; but men's anent me. I did wonder, to be sure at my that the yet unpublished journal throws great light on the obscurities of that part of George the Seco..c's reign.-What is this to George the Third's I det own success And marvels so much wit is all his own.' as Hobhouse sarcastically says of somebody, (not know what to think. Why should Junius be vei unlikely myself, as we are old friends ;)-but were dead? If suddenly apoplexed, would he rest in has it to come over again, I would not. I have since grave without sending his duo to shout in the redde the cause of my couplets, and it is not ade-ears of posterity, Junius was X. Y. Z., Esq., buned quate to the effect. C told me that it was be- in the parish of lieved I alluded to poor Lord Carlisle's nervous dis- church-wardens! order in one of the lines. I thank heaven I did not ye booksellers!! know it-and would not, could not, if I had. I must naturally be the last person to be pointed on defects or maladies. Repair his monument, șe Print a new edition of his letter, Impossible; the man must be alive, and will never die without the disclosure. I like him; he was a good hater. "Came home unwell and went to bed,-not se sleepy as might be desirable. “Tunday Mornar g. "Rogers is silent,-and, it is said, severe. When ne does talk, he talks well; and, on all subjects of taste, his delicacy of expression is pure as his poe"I awoke from a dream-well! and have not oth try. If you enter his house-his drawing-room-ers dreamed?-Such a dream! but she did not over his library-you of yourself say, this is not the take me. I wish the dead would rest, however.dwelling of a common mind. There is not a gem, Ugh! how my blood chilled-and I could not wake a coin, a book, thrown aside on his chimney-piece, -and-and-heigho! his sofa, his table, that does not bespeak an almost fastidious elegance in the possessor. But this very delicacy must be the misery of his existence. Oh the jarrings his disposition must have encountered through life! 'Shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, I do not like this dream,-I hate its foregone coL Southey I have not seen much of. His appear- clusion. And am I to be shaken by shadows? Ay. ance is Epic; and he is the only existing entire man when they remind us of-no matter-but, if I of letters. All the others have some pursuit an- dream thus again, I will try whether all sleep has nexed to their authorship. His manners are mild, the like visions. Since I rose I've been in considerbut not those of a man of the world, and his talents ble bodily pain also; but it is gone, and now, litr of the first order. His prose is perfect. Of his Lord Ogleby, I am wound up for the day. poetry there are various opinions: there is, perhaps, "A note from Mountnorris-I dine with Ward; too much of it for the present generation ;-poster- Canning is to be there, Ferere, and Sharpe, perhaps ity will probably select. He has passages equal to Gifford. I am to be one of the five," (or rather any thing. At present, he has a party, but no pub-six,) as Lady said, a little sneeringly, yesterday. lic-except for his prose writings. The life of Nel-They are all good to meet, particularly Canning, d son is beautiful. -Ward, when he likes. I wish I may be well enough "** is a Littérateur, the Oracle of the Coteries, to listen to these intellectuals. of the*s, L * W *, (Sidney Smith's Tory Vir- "No letters to-day; so much the better, there are gin,') Mrs. Wilmot, (she, at least, is a swan, and no answers. I must not dream again; it spoils might frequent a purer stream,) Lady B**, and all even reality. I will go out of doors, and see what the Blues, with Lady Caroline at their head-but I the fog will do for me. Jackson has been here; say nothing of her,look in her face, and you for-the boxing world much as usual; but the club inget them all,' and every thing else. Oh that face! creases. I shall dine at Crib's to-morrow: I like -by 'te, Diva potens Cypri,' I would, to be be-energy, even animal energy, of all kinds; and I loved by that woman, build and burn another have need of both mental and corporeal. I have not Troy. dined out, nor, indeed, at all, lately; have heard "Moore has a peculiarity of talent, or rather tal- no music, have seen nobody. Now for a plun.e ents, poetry, music, voice, all his own; and an ex- high life and low life. Amant alterna Cama pression in each, which never was, nor will be, pos- næ! sessed by another. But he is capable of still higher "I have burned my Roman, as I did the first flights in poetry. By-the-by, what humor, what-scenes and sketch of my comedy-and, for aught i every thing in the Post-Bag!' There is nothing see, the pleasure of burning is quite as great as Moore may not do, if he will but seriously set about that of printing. These two last would not has it. In society, he is gentlemanly, gentle, and alto-done. I ran into realities more than ever; and gether more pleasing than any individual with some would have been recognized and others guesse whom I am acquainted. For his honor, principle, at. and independence, his conduct to speaks "Redde the Ruminator, a collection of essays, by trumpet-tongued.' He has but one fault-and a strange, but able, old man (Sir Edgerton Bridg and a half-wild young one, anthor of a poem on the that one I daily regret--he is not here. • It was thus that he, in general, spelled this word • The present Lord Dudies, "Wednesday, 14th. Highlands called Childe Alarique.' The word cries? Orange Boven, according to the Morning 'sensibility,' (always my aversion) occurs a thou- Post. sand times in these essays; and, it seems, is to be an excuse for all kinds of discontent. This young "No dreams last night of the dead nor toe v. man can know nothing of life; and, if he cherishes ing-so-I am firm as the marble, fo inded as the the disposition that runs through his papers, will rock 'till the next earthquake. become useless, and, perhaps, not even a poet, after "Ward's dinner went off well. There was not a all which he seems determined to be. God help disagreeable person there-unless I offended any him! no one should be a rhymer who could be any body, which I am sure I could not by contradiction, thing better. And this is what annoys one, to see for I said little, and opposed nothing. Sharpe (a Scott and Moore, and Campbell and Rogers, who man of elegant mind, and who has lived much with might all have been agents and leaders, now mere the best-rox, Horne Tooke, Windham, Fitzpatspectators. For, though they may have other os-rick, and all the agitators of other times and tensible avocations, these last are reduced to a sec- tongues) told us the particulars of his last interview ondary consideration. *, too, frittering away his with Windham, a few days before the fatal operatime among dowagers and unmarried girls. If it tion, which sent that gallant spirit to aspire the advanced any serious affair, it were some excuse; skies.' Windham,-the first in one department of but, with the unmarried, that is a hazardous specu- oratory and talent, whose only fault was his refinelation, and tiresome enough, too; and, with the ment beyond the intellect of half his hearers, veterans, it is not much worth trying,-unless, per- Windham, half his life an active participator in the haps, one in a thousand. events of the earth, and one of those who governed If I had any views in this country, they would nations,--he regretted, and dwelt much on that probably be parliamentary. But I have no ambition; regret, that he had not entirely devoted himself to at least, if any, it would be aut Cæsar aut nihil.' literature and science!!!' His mind certainly My hopes are limited to the arrangement of my af- would have carried him to eminence there, as elsefairs, and settling either in Italy or the East, (rather where; but I cannot comprehend what debility of the last,) and drinking deep of the languages and that mind could suggest such a wish. I, who have literature of both. Past events have unnerved me; heard him, cannot regret any thing but that I shall and all I can now do is to make life an amusement, never hear him again. What! would he have been and look on, while others play. After all-even the a plodder? a metaphysician?-perhaps a rhymer? a highest game of crowns and sceptres, what is it? scribbler? Such an exchange must have been sugVide Napoleon's last twelvemonth It has com gested by illness. But he is gone, and Time 'shall pletely upset my system of fatalism. I thought, if not look upon his like again." crushed, he would have fallen, when fractus illa- "I am tremendously in arrear with my letters,batur orbis,' and not have been pared away to grad- except to **, and to her my thoughts overpower ual insignificance ;-that all this was not a mere jeu me,-my words never compass them. To Lady of the gods, but a prelude to greater changes and Melbourne I write with most pleasure-and her mightier events. But men never advance beyond a answers, so sensible, so tactique-I never met with certain point; and here we are, retrograding to the half her talent. If she had been a few years dull, stupid, old system,-balance of Europe-pois- younger, what a fool she would have made of me, ing straws upon kings' noses, instead of wringing had she thought it worth her while, and I should them off! Give me a republic, or a despotism of have lost a valuable and most agreeable friend. one, rather than the mixed government of one, two, Mem.-a mistress never is nor can be a friend. three. A republic!-look in the history of the While you agree, you are lovers; and, when it is Earth-Rome, Greece, Venice, France, Holland, over, any thing but friends. America, our short (eheu!) commonwealth, and "I have not answered W. Scott's last letter,-but compare it with what they did under masters. The I will. I regret to hear from others that he has Asiatics are not qualified to be republicans, but they lately been unfortunate in pecuniary involvements. have the liberty of demolishing despots,-which He is undoubtedly the monarch of Parnassus, and is the next thing to it. To be the first man-not the most English of bards. I should place Rogers the Dictator-not the Sylla, but the Washington or next in the living list-(I value him more as the the Aristides the leader in talent and truth-is last of the best school)-Moore and Campbell both next to the divinity! Franklin, Penn, and, next to third-Southey, and Wordsworth, and Coleridgethese, either Brutus or Cassius-even Mirabeau-or the rest, de moXXo-thus: St. Just. I shall never be any thing, or rather always be nothing. The most I can hope is, that some will say, 'He might, perhaps, if he would.' "12, Midnight. Here are two confounded proofs from the printer. I have looked at the one, but, for the soul of me, I can't look over that 'Giaour' again,—at least, just now, and at this hour-and yet there is no moon. "Ward talks of going to Holland, and we have partly discussed an ensemble expedition. It must be in ten days, if at all, if we wish to be in at the revolution. And why not? is distant, and will be at **, still more distant, till spring. No one W. SCOTT. ROGERS. MOORE-CAMPBELL. SOUTHEY-WORDSWORTH-COLERIDGE. THE MANY. else, except Augusta, cares for me-no ties-no trammels andiamo dunque se torniamo, bene-se non ch' importa? Old William of Orange talked of dying in the last ditch' of his dingy country. It is' lucky I can swim, or I suppose I should not well weather the first. But let us see. I have heard hyenas and jackals in the ruins of Asia; and bullfrogs in the marshes, besides wolves and angry Mus- There is a triangular Gradus ad Parnassum!' The sulmans. Now, I should like to listen to the shout names are too numerous for the base of the triangle. of a free Dutchman. Poor Thurlow has gone wild about the poetry of "Alla! Viva! For ever! Hourra! Huzza!- Queen Bess's reign-c'est dommage. I have ranked which is the most rational or musical of these the names upon my triangle more upon what I be |