"Sunday matin.
"Was not Iago perfection? particularly the last look. I was _close_
to him (in the orchestra), and never saw an English countenance
half so expressive.
"I am acquainted with no _im_material sensuality so delightful as
good acting; and, as it is fitting there should be good plays, now
and then, besides Shakspeare's, I wish you or Campbell would write
one:--the rest of 'us youth' have not heart enough.
"You were cut up in the Champion--is it not so? this day so am
I--even to _shocking_ the editor. The critic writes well; and as,
at present, poesy is not my passion predominant, and my snake of
Aaron has swallowed up all the other serpents, I don't feel
fractious. I send you the paper, which I mean to take in for the
future. We go to M.'s together. Perhaps I shall see you before, but
don't let me _bore_ you, now nor ever.
"Ever, as now, truly and affectionately," &c.
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