"April 10. 1814.
"I have written an Ode on the fall of Napoleon, which, if you like,
I will copy out, and make you a present of. Mr. Merivale has seen
part of it, and likes it. You may show it to Mr. Gifford, and print
it, or not, as you please--it is of no consequence. It contains
nothing in _his_ favour, and no allusion whatever to our own
government or the Bourbons. Yours, &c.
"P.S. It is in the measure of my stanzas at the end of Childe
Harold, which were much liked, beginning 'And thou art dead,' &c.
&c. There are ten stanzas of it--ninety lines in all."
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