"La Mira, near Venice, June 18. 1817.
"Enclosed is a letter to _Dr._ Holland from Pindemonte. Not knowing
the Doctor's address, I am desired to enquire, and, perhaps, being
a literary man, you will know or discover his haunt near some
populous churchyard. I have written to you a scolding letter--I
believe, upon a misapprehended passage in your letter--but never
mind: it will do for next time, and you will surely deserve it.
Talking of doctors reminds me once more to recommend to you one who
will not recommend himself,--the Doctor Polidori. If you can help
him to a publisher, do; or, if you have any sick relation, I would
advise his advice: all the patients he had in Italy are dead--Mr. *
*'s son, Mr. Horner, and Lord G * *, whom he embowelled with great
success at Pisa.
"Remember me to Moore, whom I congratulate. How is Rogers? and what
is become of Campbell and all t'other fellows of the Druid order? I
got Maturin's Bedlam at last, but no other parcel; I am in fits for
the tooth-powder, and the magnesia. I want some of Burkitt's
_soda_-powders. Will you tell Mr. Kinnaird that I have written him
two letters on pressing business, (about Newstead, &c.) to which I
humbly solicit his attendance. I am just returned from a gallop
along the banks of the Brenta--time, sunset. Yours,
"B."
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