"Nd., September 15. 1814.
"I have written to you one letter to-night, but must send you this
much more, as I have not franked my number, to say that I rejoice
in my god-daughter, and will send her a coral and bells, which I
hope she will accept, the moment I get back to London.
"My head is at this moment in a state of confusion, from various
causes, which I can neither describe nor explain--but let that
pass. My employments have been very rural--fishing, shooting,
bathing, and boating. Books I have but few here, and those I have
read ten times over, till sick of them. So, I have taken to
breaking soda-water bottles with my pistols, and jumping into the
water, and rowing over it, and firing at the fowls of the air. But
why should I 'monster my nothings' to you, who are well employed,
and happily too, I should hope? For my part, I am happy, too, in my
way--but, as usual, have contrived to get into three or four
perplexities, which I do not see my way through. But a few days,
perhaps a day, will determine one of them.
"You do not say a word to me of your poem. I wish I could see or
hear it. I neither could, nor would, do it or its author any harm.
I believe I told you of Larry and Jacquy. A friend of mine was
reading--at least a friend of his was reading--said Larry and
Jacquy in a Brighton coach. A passenger took up the book and
queried as to the author. The proprietor said 'there were
_two_'--to which the answer of the unknown was, 'Ay, ay--a joint
concern, I suppose, _summot_ like Sternhold and Hopkins.'
"Is not this excellent? I would not have missed the 'vile
comparison' to have 'scaped being one of the 'Arcades ambo et
cantare pares.' Good night. Again yours."
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