"Ravenna, June 4. 1821.
"You have not written lately, as is the usual custom with literary
gentlemen, to console their friends with their observations in
cases of magnitude. I do not know whether I sent you my 'Elegy on
the _recovery_ of Lady * *:'--
"Behold the blessings of a lucky lot--
My play is damn'd, and Lady * * _not_.
"The papers (and perhaps your letters) will have put you in
possession of Muster Elliston's dramatic behaviour. It is to be
presumed that the play was _fitted_ for the stage by Mr. Dibdin,
who is the tailor upon such occasions, and will have taken measure
with his usual accuracy. I hear that it is still continued to be
performed--a piece of obstinacy for which it is some consolation to
think that the discourteous histrio will be out of pocket.
"You will be surprised to hear that I have finished another tragedy
in _five_ acts, observing all the unities strictly. It is called
'Sardanapalus,' and was sent by last post to England. It is _not
for_ the stage, any more than the other was intended for it--and I
shall take better care _this_ time that they don't get hold on't.
"I have also sent, two months ago, a further letter on Bowles, &c.;
but he seems to be so taken up with my 'respect' (as he calls it)
towards him in the former case, that I am not sure that it will be
published, being somewhat too full of' pastime and prodigality.' I
learn from some private letters of Bowles's, that _you_ were 'the
gentleman in asterisks.' Who would have dreamed it? you see what
mischief that clergyman has done by printing notes without names.
How the deuce was I to suppose that the first four asterisks meant
'Campbell' and _not_ 'Pope,' and that the blank signature meant
Thomas Moore[39]? You see what comes of being familiar with
parsons. His answers have not yet reached me, but I understand from
Hobhouse, that _he_ (H.) is attacked in them. If that be the case,
Bowles has broken the truce, (which he himself proclaimed, by the
way,) and I must have at him again.
"Did you receive my letters with the two or three concluding sheets
of Memoranda?
"There are no news here to interest much. A German spy (_boasting_
himself such) was stabbed last week, but _not_ mortally. The moment
I heard that he went about bullying and boasting, it was easy for
me, or any one else, to foretell what would occur to him, which I
did, and it came to pass in two days after. He has got off,
however, for a slight incision.
"A row the other night, about a lady of the place, between her
various lovers, occasioned a midnight discharge of pistols, but
nobody wounded. Great scandal, however--planted by her lover--_to
be_ thrashed by her husband, for inconstancy to her regular
Servente, who is coming home post about it, and she herself retired
in confusion into the country, although it is the acme of the opera
season. All the women furious against her (she herself having been
censorious) for being _found out_. She is a pretty woman--a
Countess * * * *--a fine old Visigoth name, or Ostrogoth.
"The Greeks! what think you? They are my old acquaintances--but
what to think I know not. Let us hope howsomever.
"Yours,
"B."
[Footnote 39: In their eagerness, like true controversialists, to avail
themselves of every passing advantage, and convert even straws into
weapons on an emergency, my two friends, during their short warfare,
contrived to place me in that sort of embarrassing position, the most
provoking feature of which is, that it excites more amusement than
sympathy. On the one side, Mr. Bowles chose to cite, as a support to his
argument, a short fragment of a note, addressed to him, as be stated, by
"a gentleman of the highest literary," &c. &c., and saying, in reference
to Mr. Bowles's former pamphlet, "You have hit the right nail on the
head, and * * * * too." This short scrap was signed with four asterisks;
and when, on the appearance of Mr. Bowles's Letter, I met with it in his
pages, not the slightest suspicion ever crossed my mind that I had been
myself the writer of it;--my communications with my reverend friend and
neighbour having been (for years, I am proud to say) sufficiently
frequent to allow of such a hasty compliment to his disputative powers
passing from my memory. When Lord Byron took the field against Mr.
Bowles's Letter, this unlucky scrap, so authoritatively brought forward,
was, of course, too tempting a mark for his facetiousness to be
resisted; more especially as the person mentioned in it, as having
suffered from the reverend critic's vigour, appeared, from the number of
asterisks employed in designating him, to have been Pope himself,
though, in reality, the name was that of Mr. Bowles's former antagonist,
Mr. Campbell. The noble assailant, it is needless to say, made the most
of this vulnerable point; and few readers could have been more diverted
than I was with his happy ridicule of "the gentleman in asterisks,"
little thinking that I was myself, all the while, this veiled
victim,--nor was it till about the time of the receipt of the above
letter, that, by some communication on the subject from a friend in
England, I was startled into the recollection of my own share in the
transaction.
While by one friend I was thus unconsciously, if not innocently, drawn
into the scrape, the other was not slow in rendering me the same
friendly service;--for, on the appearance of Lord Byron's answer to Mr.
Bowles, I had the mortification of finding that, with a far less
pardonable want of reserve, he had all but named me as his authority for
an anecdote of his reverend opponent's early days, which I had, in the
course of an after-dinner conversation, told him at Venice, and
which,--pleasant in itself, and, whether true or false,
harmless,--derived its sole sting from the manner in which the noble
disputant triumphantly applied it. Such are the consequences of one's
near and dear friends taking to controversy.]
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