stared when tolu that I was 'the real Simon Pure.'- believe the thought would drive me mad on my deathtoed Another asked me if I had not translated "Tasso. You could I suppose that any of my friends would be baie see wldt Fame is! how accurate! how bounilless! I do n't enough to convey my carcass back to your soil.-I woun know how others feel, but I am always the lighter and the nut even feed your worms, if I could help it. better looked on when I have got rid of mine; it sits on me “So, as Shakspeare says of Mowbray, the banusised lake artpour on the Lord Mayor's champion; and I got rid Duke if Norfolk, who died at Venice, (see Richard •4.) of all the husk of literature, and the attenda babble, by that he, afier tighting answering, that I had not translated Tasso, but a name

• Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens, sake had; and by the blessing of Heaven, I looked so little

And toil'd with works of war, retired hitaself like a poes that every body believed me."

To Italy, and there, at Venire, gave
His body to that pleasant country's ear h,
And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ,

Luder whose colours he had fought so lung'

“Before I lefi Venice, I had returned to you your lata TO MR. MURRAY.

and Mr. Hobhouse's, sheets of Juan. Don't wait for “Bologna, June 7, 1819.

farther answers from me, but address yours to Venice, as "Tell Mr. Hobhouse that I wrote to him a few days ago return there is a few days, or not for some time. All this

usual. I know nothing of my own movements; I may from Ferrara. It will therefore be idle in him or you to

well. wait for any farther answers or returns of proofs from depends on circumstances. I left Mr. Hoppner very Venice, as I have directed that no English letters be sent My daughter Allegra was well too, and is growing pretty, after me. The publication can be proceeded in without,

her hair is growing darker," and her eyes are blue. Her and I am already sick of your remarks, to which I think temper and her ways, Mr. Hoppner says, are like mine, as not the least attention ought to be paid.

well as her features: she will make, in that case, a ma"Tell Mr. Hobhouse, that since I wrote to him, I had nageable young lady. availed myself of my Ferrara letters, and found the society

“I have never heard any thing of Ada, the little Eiectra

of much younger and better there than at Venice. I am

But there will

my Mycenae. * very much pleased with the little the shortness of my stay I have at least seen Romilly* shivered, who was one of

come a day of reckoning, even if I should not live to see it. permitted me to see of the Gonfaloniere Count Mosti

, and his family and friends in general.

Iny assassins, When that man was doing his worst tio * I have been picture-gazing this morning at the famous uproot my whole family, tree, branch, and blossoms—when, Donjenichino and Guido, both of which are superlative. I

after taking my retainer, he went over to them—when he afterward went to the beautiful cemetery of Bologna,

was bringing desolation on my hearth, and destrucuon on beyond the walls, and found, besides the superb burial- my household godst—did he think that, in less than three ground, an original of a Custode, who reminded one of the years, a natural event—a severe, domestic, but an expected grave-digger in Hamles. He has a collection of capuchins'

and common calamity-would lay his carcass in a crossskulls

, labelled on the forehead, and taking down one of road, or stamp his name in a Verdict of Lunacy! Did he them, said This was Brother Desiderio Berro, who died (who in his sexagenary * *) reflect or consider what at forty-on of my best friends. I begged his head of his my feelings must have been, when wife, anu child, and prethren after his decease, and they gave it me. I put it sister, and name, and fame, and country, were to be my isi lime, and then boiled it. Here it is, teeth and all

, in

sacrifice on his legal altar- and this at a moment when my excellent preservation. He was the merriest, cleverest health was declining, my fortune embarrassed, and my ftilow I ever knew. Wherever he went he brought joy; while I was yet young, and might have reformed what

mind had been shaken by many kinds of disappointmentand whenever any one was melancholy, the sight of him was enough to make him cheerful again. He walked so

might be wrong in my conduct, and retrieved what was

perplexing in my affairs! But he is in his actively, you might have taken him for a dancer-he joked

grave, and -he laughed--oh! he was such a Frate as I never saw

What a long letter I have scribbled!

"Yours, &c. before, nor ever shall again! "He told me that he had himself planted all the cypresses tombs. I saw a quantity of rose-leaves, and entire roses

"P.S. Here, as in Greece, they strew flowers on the in the ceinetery; that he had the greatest attachment to

scattered over the graves at Ferrara. It has the most them and to his dead people; that since 1801 they had buried fifty-three thousand persons. In showing some

pleasing effect you can imagine." older monuments, there was that of a Roman girl of twenty, with a bust by Bernini. She was a princess Barlorini, dead iwo centuries ago: he said, that on opening her

LETTER CCCXCIV. grave, ihey had found her hair complete, and as yellow as gold. Some of the epitaphs at Ferrara pleased ine more than the more splendid monuments at Bologna; for in

“Ravenna, June 20, 1819.

"I wrote to you from Padua, and from Bologna, and • Martini Luigi

since from Ravenna. I find my situation very agreeable, Implora pace;'

but want my horses very much, there being good riding in

the environs. I can fix no time for my return to Venice Implora eterna quiete.'

it may be soon or late—or not at all—it all depends on the Car any thing be more full of pathog? Those few words Donna, f whom I found very seriously in bed with a cough say all that can be said or sought; the dead had had and spitting of blood, &c. all of which has subsided. enough of life; all they wanted was rest, and this they * implore! There is all the helplessness, and humble hope, I found all the people here firmly persuaded that she woud and deathlike prayer, that can arise from the grave never recover-they were mistaken, however. ‘implora pace. I bope whoever may survive


and “My letters were useful as far as I employed them, and shall see me put in the foreigners' burying-ground at the I like both the place and people, though I do n't trouble the Lido, within the fortress by the Adriatic, will see those two latter more than I can help. She manages very rell--words, and no more, put over me. I trust they won't think * of "pickling, and bringing me home to Clod or Blunderbuss Hall. I am sure my bones would not rest in an English

• Bir Samuel Romilly. He committed suicide. grase, or my clay mix with the earth of that country. I



Lucrezia Picini


1 The Counteos vaiccioli.

1 See Letter 378.

本 *

but if I come away with a me, ail of you, with your nonsensical prudery 1-publish stiletto in my gizzard some fine afternoon, I shall not bc ine two Cantos, and then you will see. I desired Mr astonished. I can't make him out at all-he visits me Kinnaird to speak to you on a little matter of business ; frcquently, and takes me out (like Whittington, the Lord either he has not spoken, or you have not answered. You Mayor) in a coach and siz horses. The fact appears to are a pretty pair, but I will be even with you both. I be, that he is completely governed by her—for that matter, perceive that Mr. Hobhouse has been challenged by 60 am I. The people here do n't know what make of Major Cartwright.- Is the Major 'so cunning of fence ? js, as he had the character of jealousy with all his wives

--why did not they fight?—they ought. this is the third. He is the richest of the Ravennese, by

"Yours &c. * their own account, but is not popular among them.

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Now do, pray, send off Augustine, and carriage and cattle,

LETTER CCCXCVI. to Bologna, without fail or delay, or I shall lose my remaining shred of senses. Don't forget this. My coming, going, and every thing depend upon HER entirely, just as

"Ravenna, July 2, 1819. Mrs. Hoppner (to whom I remit my reverences) said in

"Thanks for your letter and for Madame's. I will an the true spirit of female prophecy.

swer it directly. Will you recollect whether I did not * You are but a shabby fellow not to have written before. consign to you one or two receipts of Madame Mocenigo's * And I am truly yours, &c." for house-rent-(I am not sure of this, but think I did—if

not, they will be in my drawers)—and will you desire Mr.

Dorville* to have the goodness to see if Edgecombe has LETTER CCCXCV,

receipts to all payments hitherto made by him on my ac

count, and that there are no debis at Venice? On you

answer, I shall send order of farther remittance to carry "Ravenna, June 29, 1819. on my household expenses, as my present return to Venice •The letters have been forwarded from Venice, but I is very problematical; and it may happen—but I can say trust that you will not have waited for farther alterations, nothing positive-every thing with me being indecisive and I will make none. You ask me to spare Romilly-ask the undecided, except the disgust which Venice excites when worms. His dust can suffer nothing from the truth being fairly compared with any other city in this part of Italy spoken and if it could, how did he behave to me? You When I say Venice, I mean the Venetians the city itself may talk to the wind, which will carry the sound and to is superb as its history—but the people are what I never the caves, which will echo you—but not to me, on the sub- thought them till they taught me to think so. ject of a * * who wronged mewhether dead or

“ The best way will be to leave Allegra with Antonio's alive.

spouse till I can decide something about her and myself"I have no time to return you the proofs-publish with but I thought that you would have had an answer from put them. I am glad you think the poesy good; and as to Mrs. —-.-You have had bore enough with me and 'thinking of the effect,' think you of the sale, and leave me

mine already. in piuck the porcupines who may point their quills at you.

"I greatly fear that the Guiccioli is going into a cone "I have been here (at Ravenna) these four weeks, sumption, to which her constitution tends. Thus it 13 having left Venice a month ago ;-1 came to see my with every thing and every body for whom I feel any thing 'Amica,' the Countess Guiccioli

, who has been, and stiú like a real attachment;- War, death, or discord, deth continues, very unwell.

* lay siege to them. I never even could keep alive a dng

that I liked or that liked me. Her symptoms are obstShe is only twenty years old, but not of a strong constitu- nate cough of the lungs, and occasional fever, &c. &c. tion.

* and there are latent causes of an eruption in the skin, She has a perpetual cough, and an intermittent fever, but which she foolishly repelled into the system two years bears up most gallantly in every sense of the word. 'Her ugo; but I have made them send her case to Aglietti ; husband (this is his third wife) is the richest noble of and have begged him to come--if only for a day or iwoRavenna, and almost of Romagna; he is also not the to consult upon her state. youngest, being upwards of threescore, but in good preservation. All this will appear strange to you, who do not understand the meridian morality, nor our way of life in If it would not bore Mr. Dorville, I wish he would keep such respects, and I cannot at present expound the differ- an eye on Edgecombe and on my other ragamuffins. i ence ;-but you would find it much the same in these parts. might have more to say, but I am absorbed about La At Faenza there is Lord *** * with an opera gırl; and Gui. and her illness. I cannot tell you the effect it has at the inn in the same town is a Neapolitan Prince, who upon me. serves the wife of the Gonfaloniere of that city. I am on “ The horses came, &c. &c. and I have been galloping duty here--so you see 'Cosi fan tutti e tutte.'

through the pine forest daily. "I have my horses here, saddle as well as carriage, and

“ Believe me, &c. ride or drive every day in the forest, the Pineta, the scene "P.S. My benediction on Mrs. Hoppner, a pleasani of Bocca scio's novel, and Dryden's fable of Honoria, &c. journey among the Bernese tyrants, and safe return. You &c.; and I see my Dama every day * * * *; ought to bring back a Platonic Bemese for my reformation. but I feel seriously uneasy about her health, which seems If any thing happens to my present Amica, I have done very precarious. In losing her, I should lose a being who with the passion for ever—it is my last love. As to liber has run great risks on my account, and whom I have tinism, I have sickened myself of that, as was natural in every reason to love but I must not think this possible. the way I went on, and I have at least derived that advan I do not know what I should do if she died, but I ough to tage from vice, to love in the better sense of the word. blow my brains out--and I hope that I should. Her hus- This will be my last adventure - I can hope no more to ban is a very polite personage, but I wish he would not inspire attachment, and I trust never again to feel it." carry me out in his coach and six, like Whittington and his cal.

"You ask me if I mean to continue Don Juan, &c. How should I know? What encouragement do you give

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are as child's play in comparison. The fools think that all my poeshie is always allusive lo my own adventures: I

have had at one time or another better and more* extra. * Ravenna, August 1, 1819. ordinary and perilous and pleasant than these, every day "(Address your answer to Venice, however.] of the week, if I might tell them ; but that must never bo. "Don't be alarmed. You will see me defend myself “I hope Mrs. M. has accouched. gayly—that is, if 1 happen to be in spirits; and by spirits,

“ Yours ever I don't mean your meaning of the word, but the spirit of a bull-dog when pinched, or a bull when pinned; it is then that they make best sport; and as my sensations under

LETTER CCCXCIX. an attack are probably a happy compound of the united energies of these amialle animals, you may perhaps see

TO MR. MURRAY. what Marrall calls 'rare sport,

' and some good tossing and goring, in the course of the controversy. But I must

" Bologna, August 12, 1819.

" I do not know how far I may be able to reply to your be in the right cue first, and I doubt I am almost too far off to be in a sufficient fury for the purpose. And then I letter, for I am not very well to-day. Last night I went have effeminated and enervated myself with love and the to the representation of Alfieri's Mirra, the last two acts

of which threw me into convulsions. I do not mean by surmer in these last two months.

"I wrote to Mr. Hobhouse the other day, and foretold that word a lady's hysterics, but the agony of reluctant chat Juan would either fall entirely or succeed completely: tears, and the choking shudder, which I do not often underthere will be no medium. Appearances are not favour- go for fiction. This is but the second time for any thing able ; but as you write the day after publication, it can

under reality: the first was on seeing Kean's Sir Giles hardly be decided what opinion will predominate. You Overreach. The worst was, that the 'Dama,' in whose seem in a fright, ana doubtless with cause. Come what from fright than any other sympathy—at least with the

box I was, went off in the same way, I really believe more may, I never will flatter the million's canting in any shape. Circumstances may or may not have placed me at times players: but she has been ill and I have been ill

, and we in a situation to lead the public opinion, but the public expenditure of sal volatile. But, to return to your letter

are all languid and pathetic this morning, with great opinion never led, nor ever shall lead, me. I will not sit on a degraded throne ; so pray put Messrs. * * o * *, of the 23d of July. * Tom Moore, or *** upon it; they will all of them house is right-you are all right, and I am all wrong; but

" You are right, Gifford is right, Crabbe is right, Hobo be transported with their coronation.

do, pray, let me have that pleasure. Cut me up root and "P. S. The Countess Guiccioli is much better than she branch ; quarter me in the Quarterly; send round my was. I sent you, before leaving Venice, the real original disjecti membra poetæ,' like those of the Levite's consketch which gave* rise to the Vampire,' &c. Did you angels; but do n't ask me to alter

, for I won't:-1 am cubine; make me if you will a spectacle to men and obstinate and lazy-and there s the truth.

* But, nevertheless, I will answer your friend Perry, who

objects to the quick succession of fun and gravity, as if in LETTER CCCXCVIII

that case the gravity did not (in intention, at least) heighten the fun. His metaphor is, that'we are never scorched

and dres ched at the same time. Blessings on his expe"Ravenna, August 9, 1819. rience! Ask him these questions bout scorching and

drenching.' Did he never play at cricket, or walk a mile "Talking of blunders reminds me of Ireland—Ireland in hot weather? Did he never spill a dish of tea over of Moore. What is this I see in Galignani about 'Ber- himself in handing the cup to his charmer, to the great muda-agent-deputy-appeal—attachment'&c. ? What shame of his nankeen brceches ? Did he never swim in is the matter? Is it any thing in which his friends can be the sea at noonday with the sun in his eyes and on his of use to him? Pray inform me.

head, which all the foam of ocean could not cool? Did "Of Don Juan I hear nothing farther from you ; * **, he never draw his foot out of too hot water, d—ning liis but the papers do n't seem so fierce as the letter you sent eyes and his valet's ? me seemed to anticipate, by their extracts at least in Was he ever in a Turkish bath—that marble paradise of Galignani's Messenger. I never saw such a set of fel- sherbet and * *? Was he ever in a cauldron of hiling lows as you are! And then the pains taken 10 exculpate 01.

, like St. John ? or in the sulphureous waves of h-1? the modest publisher-he remonstrated, forsooth! I will(where he ought to be for his scorching and drenching write a preface that shall exculpate you and ***, &c. at the same time.) Did he never tumble into a river or completely on that point; but, at the same time, I will cut lake, fishing, and sit in bis wet clothes in the boat, or on you up like gourds. You have no more soul than the the bank afterward, ' scorched and drenched,' like a trie Count de Caylus (who assured his friends, on his death- sportsman? 'Oh for breath to utter"-but make him my beid, that he had none; and that he must know better than compliments; he is a clever fellow for all that—a very they whether he had one or no) and no more blood than clever fellow. a water-melon! And I see there hath been asterisks, and * You ask me for the plan of Donny Johnny: I have no what Perry used to call 'domned cutting and slashing-plan; I had no plan; bus I had or have materials; though but, never mind.

if, like Tony Lumpkin, 'I am to be snubbed so when I am * I write in haste. To-morrow I set off for Bologna. in spirits,' the poem will be naught, and the poet turn I write to you with thunder, lightning, &c. and all the serious again. If it do n't take, I will leave it off

' where it winds of heaven whistling through my hair

, and the racket is, with all due respect to the public; but if continued, it of preparation to boot. ‘My mistress dear, who hath fed must be in my own way. You might as well made my heart iipon smiles and wine' for the last two months Hamlet (or Diggory)'act maď in a strait waistcoat as set off with her husband for Bologna this morning, and it trammel my buffoonery, if I am to be a buffoon ; their seems that I follow him at three tomorrow morning. I gestures and my thoughts would only be pitiably absurd cannot tell how our romance will end, but it hath gone on and ludicrously constrained. Why, man, the soul of such hitherto most erotically. Such perils and escapes ! Juan's writing is its license; at least the liberty of that license, if






• Hee Lector 381

• Dou Juau, Canto XIV. Stanza 101.



we likes of that one should abuse it. It is like Trial * This was written on some Frenchwoman, by Rui by Jury and Peerage and the Habeas Corpus-a very hieres, 1 believe.

"Yours." fine thing, but chietiy in the reversion; because no one wishes to be tried for the mere pleasure of proving his possession of the privilege. “ But a truce with these reflections. You are too

LETTER CCCC. earest and eager about a work never intended to be serious. Do you suppose that I could have any intention but to giggle and make giggle ? playful satire, with as

“Bologna, August 23, 1819. little poetry as could be helped, was what I meant. And

"I send you a letter to Roberts, signed Wortley Clutas to the indecency, do pray, read in Boswell what John- terbuck,'* which you may publish in what form you pleasa son, the sullen moralist, says of Prior and Paulo Purgante.

in answer to his article. I have had many proofs of men's “Will you get a favour done for me? You can, by absurdity, but he beats all in folly. Why, the wolf in your governinent friends, Croker, Canning, or my old sheep's clothing has tumbled into the very trap! We'! schoolfellow Peel, and I can't. Here it is. Will you strip him. The letter is written in great haste, and amid ask them to appoint (without sulary or emolument) a noble a thousand vexations. Your letter only came yesterday Italian (whom I will name afterward) consul or vice- so that there is no time to polish: the post goes out consul for Ravenna ? He is a man of very large pro-to-morrow. The date is · Litle Pidlington. Le **** perty–noble too; but he wishes to have a British protec- correct the press: he knows and can read the handwrit. tion in case of changes. Ravenna is near the sea.

He ing. Continue to keep the anonymous about 'Juan;' u wants no emolument whatever. That his office might be helps us to fight against overwhelming numbers. I have useful, I know; as I lately sent off from Ravenna to a thousand distractions at present ; so excuse haste, and Trieste a poor devil of an English sailor, who had re-wonder I can act or write at all. Answer by post, as mained there sick, sorry, and pennyless (having been set


• Yours. ashore in 1814,) from the want of any accredited agent

"P.S. If I had had time, and been quieter and nearer, ahle or willing to help him homewards. Will you get

I would have cut him to hash ; but as it is, you can judge this done? If you do, I will then send his name and for yourselves.” condition, subject of course to rejection, if not approved when known. "I know that in the Levant you make consuls and vice

LETTER CCCCI. consuls, perpetually, of foreigners. This man is a patrician, and has twelve thousand a year. His motive is a British protection in case of new invasions. Don't you (Written in the last page of her copy of Madame De think Croker would do it for us? To be sure, my interest

Staël's “Corinna.") is rare !! but perhaps a brother wit in the Tory line might

“My dearest Teresa,–1 have read this book in your do a good turn at the request of so harmless and long garden ;-my love, you were absent, or else I could not have absent a Whig, particularly as there is no salary or read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer burthen of any sort to be annexed to the office.

was a friend of mine. You will not understand these "I can assure you, I should look upon it as a great English words, and others will not understand them,o! ligation; but, alas! that very circumstance may, very which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian, probably, operaie to the contrary-indeed, it ought; but I But you will recognise the handwriting of him who pase have, at least, been an honest and an open enemy. Amongsionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a bouk your many splendid government connexions, could not which was yours, he could only think of love. In that you, think you, get our Bibulus made a Consul ? or make word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yoursme one that I may make him my Vice. You may be Amor miomis comprised my existence here and hereassured that, in case of accidents in Italy, he would be no afier. I feel I exist here, and I fear that I shall exist feeble adjunct—as you would think, if you knew his patri- hereafter,—to what purpose you will decide; my destiny mony.

rests with you, and you are a woman, eighteen years or « What is all this about Tom Moore? but why do I age, and two out of a convent. I wish that you had stayed ask ? since the state of my own affairs would not permit me there, with all my heart,—or, at least, that I had never mer to be of use to him, though they are greatly improved since

you your married state.
1816, and may, with some more luck and a little prudence, "But all this is too late. I love


m, become quite clear. It seems his claimants are American

- at least, you say so, and act as if you did so, which lasi merchants? There goes Nemesis! Moore abused Ame- is a great consolation in all events. But I more than rica. It is always thus in the long run :-Time, the love you, and cannot cease to love you. Avenger. You have seen every trampler down, in turn, “Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and ihe ocean from Buonaparte to the simplest individuals. You saw divide us—but they never will, unless you wish il. how some were avenged even upon my insignificance, and

"BYROX how in turn *** paid for his atrocity. It is an odd " Bologna, August 25, 1819." world; but the watch has its mainspring, after all.

"So the Prince has been repealing Lord Edward Fitzgerald's forfeiture ? Ecco un' sonetto! “ To be the father of the fatherless, &c.*

LETTER CCCCII. "There, you dogs! there's a sonnet for you: you won't have such as that in a hurry from Mr. Fitzgerald. You may publish it with my name, an ye wool. He deserves

“ Bologna, August 24, 1819. all praise, bad and good; it was a very noble piece of

"I wrote to you by last post, enclosing a buffooning los. principality. Would you like an epigram-a translation ? ter for publication, addressed to the buffoon Roberts, who "I for silver, or for gold,

has thought proper to tie a canister to his own tail. It You could melt ten thousand pimples

was written off-hand, and in the midst of circumstancos Into half a dozen d.mples,

not very favourable to facetiousness, so that there may Thea your face we might behold, Looking doubtless much more snugly,

perhaps, be more bitterness than enough for that sort Yet ev'a then 't would be dugly.

small acid punch :-you will tell me.


you love


• See Puems, p. 184.

• See page 296.

“Keep the anonymous, in any case: it helps what fun might prove it by returning the money: as for his Parmethere may be. But if the matter grows serious about san passport, I should have valued it more if it had been a Don Juan, and you feel yourself in a scrape, or me either, Parmesan cheese. He answered in high terms, and said oun that I am the author. I will never shrink; and if you that if it were in the morning (it was about eight o'clock in do I can always answer you in the question of Guatiro- the evening) he would have satisfaction. I then lost my zin to his minister—each being on his own coals.* temper: 'As for That;' I replied, 'you siiall have it

“I wish that I had been in better spirits ; but I am out directly, it will be mutual satisfaction, I can assure you. of sorts, out of nerves, and now and then (I begin to fear) You are a thief, and, as you say, an officer ; my pistols out of my senses. All this Italy has done for me, and are in the next room loaded ; take one of the cand.es not England. I defy all you, and your climate to boot, to examine, and make your choice of weapons.' He replied Take me mad. But if ever I do really become a bedia- that pistols were English weapons ; he always fought with mite, and wear a strait waistcoat, let me be brought back the sword. I told him that I was able to accommodate among you; your people will then be proper company. him, having three regimental swords in a drawer near us;

"I assure you what I here say and feel has nothing to and he might take the longest, and put himself on guard. do with England, either in a literary or personal point of “All this passed in presence of a third person. He view. All my present pleasures or plages are as Italian then said No, but to-morrow moming he would give me as the opera. And after all, they are but trifles; for all the meeting at any time or place. I answered that it this arises from my 'Dama's' being in the country for was not usual to appoint meetings in the presence of three days (at Capo-fiume.) But as I could never live witnesses, and that we had best speak man to man, and but for one human being at a time, (and, I assure you, that appoint time and instruments. But as the man present one has never been myself, as you may know by the con- was leaving the room, the Lieutenant * *, before he could sequences, for the selfish are successful in life,) I feel alone shut the door after him, ran out, roaring 'help and murand unhappy.

der' most lustily, and fell into a sort of hysteric in the arins “I have sent for my daughter from Venice, and I ride of about fifty people, who all saw that I had no weapon daily, and walk in a garden, under a purple canopy of of any sort or kind about me, and followed him, asking grapes, and sit by a fountain, and talk with the gardener him what the devil was the matter with him. Nothing of his tools, which seem greater than Adam's, and with would do: he ran away without his hat, and went to bed, his wife, and with his son's wife, who is the youngest of ill of the fright. He then tried his complaint at the the party, and, I think, talks best of the three. Then I police, which dismissed it as frivolous. He is, I believe revisited the Campo Santo, and my old friend, the sexton, gone away, or going. has two but one the prettiest daughter imaginable ; and "The horse was warranted, but, I believe, so worded I amuse myself with contrasting her beautiful and inno- that the villain will not be obliged to refund, according to rent face of fifteen, with the skulls with which he has law. He endeavoured to raise up an indictment of assault peopled several cells, and particularly with that of one skull and battery, but as it was in a public inn, in a frequented dated 1766, which was once covered (the tradition goes) street, there were too many witnesses to the contrary: by the most lovely features of Bologna--noble and rich. and, as a military man, he has not cut a martial figure, When I look at these, and at this girl-when I think of even in the opinion of the priests. He ran off in such a what they were, and what she must be—why, then, ny hurry that he left his hat, and never missed it till he got der Murray, I won't shock you by saying what I think. to his hostel or inn. The facts are as I tell you,

I can It is little matter what becomes of us 'bearded men,' but assure you. He began by 'coming Captain Grand over I don't like the notion of a beautiful woman's lasting less ine,' or I should never have thought of trying his cunning than a beau-iful treo-than her own picture-her own in fence.' But what could I do? He talked of 'honour, shadow, winch won't change so to the sun as her face and satisfaction, and his commission;' he produced a milito the mirror.-I must leave off; for my head aches con- tary passport; there are severe pumshments for regular sumedly. I have never been quite well since the night duels on the continent, and trifling ones for rencontres, so of the representation of Alfieri's Mirra, a fortnight ago. that it is best to fight it out directly; he had robbed, and

"Yours ever." then wanted to insult me ;-what could I do? My

patience was gone, and the weapons at hand, fair and equal. Besides, it was just after dinner, when my diges

tion was bad, and I don't like to be disturbed. His LETTER CCCCIII.

friend * * is at Forli; we shall meet on my way back to Ravenna. The Hanoverian seems the greater rogue of

the two; and if my valour does not ooze away like * Bologna, August 29, 1819. Acres's—'Odds flints and triggers! if it should be y "I have been in a rage these two days, and am still rainy morning, and my stomach in disorder, there may be bious therefrom. You shall hear. A captain of dra- something for the obituary. goons, * *, Hanoverian by birth, in the Papal troops at “Now, pray, “Sir Lucius, do not you look upon me as present, whom I had obliged by a loan when nobody a very ill-utsed gentleman?' I send my Lieutenant to would lend him a paul, recommended a horse to me, on match Mr. Hobhouse's Major Cartwright: and so 'good sale by a Lieutenant **, an officer who unites the sale morrow to you, good master Lieutenant.' With regard of catile to the purchase of men. I bought it. The toollier things, I will write soon, but I have heen quarreiing next day, on shoeing the horse, we discovered the thrush, and fooling till I can scribble no more."

- the anima beung warranted sound. I sent to reclaim the contract and te money. The lieutenant desired to speak with me in person. I consented. He came. It was

LETTER CCCCIV fus orn particular request. He began a story. I asked him if he would return the money. He said no--but be would exchange. He asked an exorbitant price for his other horses. I told him that he was a thief.

“ October 29, 1819 said he was an officer and a man of humour, and pulled

" I am glad to hear of your return, but I do not know cut a Parmesan passport signed by General Count Neif- how to congratulate you-unless you think çitlererilis ut perg. I answered, that as he was an officer, I would treat Venice from what I think now, and you thought alwaye. hm as such; and that as to his being a gentleman, he I am, besides, about to renew your troubles by requesting

you to be judge between Mr. Edgecombe and myself • "Am I now reposing on a bed of roser ?"-See Robertson in a small matter of imputed peculation and irregirlo




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