"Foligno, April 26. 1817.
"I wrote to you the other day from Florence, inclosing a MS.
entitled 'The Lament of Tasso.' It was written in consequence of my
having been lately at Ferrara. In the last section of this MS. _but
one_ (that is, the penultimate), I think that I have omitted a line
in the copy sent to you from Florence, viz. after the line--
"And woo compassion to a blighted name,
insert,
"Sealing the sentence which my foes proclaim.
The _context_ will show you _the sense_, which is not clear in this
quotation. _Remember, I write this in the supposition that you have
received my Florentine packet._
"At Florence I remained but a day, having a hurry for Rome, to
which I am thus far advanced. However, I went to the two galleries,
from which one returns drunk with beauty. The Venus is more for
admiration than love; but there are sculpture and painting, which
for the first time at all gave me an idea of what people mean by
their _cant_, and what Mr. Braham calls 'entusimusy' (_i.e._
enthusiasm) about those two most artificial of the arts. What
struck me most were, the mistress of Raphael, a portrait; the
mistress of Titian, a portrait; a Venus of Titian in the Medici
gallery--_the_ Venus; Canova's Venus also in the other gallery:
Titian's mistress is also in the other gallery (that is, in the
Pitti Palace gallery): the Parcæ of Michael Angelo, a picture: and
the Antinous, the Alexander, and one or two not very decent groups
in marble; the Genius of Death, a sleeping figure, &c. &c.
"I also went to the Medici chapel--fine frippery in great slabs of
various expensive stones, to commemorate fifty rotten and forgotten
carcasses. It is unfinished, and will remain so.
"The church of 'Santa Croce' contains much illustrious nothing. The
tombs of Machiavelli, Michael Angelo, Galileo Galilei, and Alfieri,
make it the Westminster Abbey of Italy. I did not admire any of
these tombs--beyond their contents. That of Alfieri is heavy, and
all of them seem to me overloaded. What is necessary but a bust and
name? and perhaps a date? the last for the unchronological, of whom
I am one. But all your allegory and eulogy is infernal, and worse
than the long wigs of English numskulls upon Roman bodies in the
statuary of the reigns of Charles II., William, and Anne.
"When you write, write to _Venice_, as usual; I mean to return
there in a fortnight. I shall not be in England for a long time.
This afternoon I met Lord and Lady Jersey, and saw them for some
time: all well; children grown and healthy; she very pretty, but
sunburnt; he very sick of travelling; bound for Paris. There are
not many English on the move, and those who are, mostly homewards.
I shall not return till business makes me, being much better where
I am in health, &c. &c.
"For the sake of my personal comfort, I pray you send me
immediately _to Venice_--_mind, Venice_--viz. _Waites'
tooth-powder_, _red_, a quantity; _calcined magnesia_, of the best
quality, a quantity; and all this by safe, sure, and speedy means;
and, by the Lord! do it.
"I have done nothing at Manfred's third Act. You must wait; I'll
have at it in a week or two, or so. Yours ever," &c.
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