"Venice, February 25. 1817.
"I wrote to you the other day in answer to your letter; at present
I would trouble you with a commission, if you would be kind enough
to undertake it.
"You, perhaps, know Mr. Love, the jeweller, of Old Bond Street? In
1813, when in the intention of returning to Turkey, I purchased of
him, and paid (_argent comptant_) for about a dozen snuff-boxes, of
more or less value, as presents for some of my Mussulman
acquaintance. These I have now with me. The other day, having
occasion to make an alteration in the lid of one (to place a
portrait in it), it has turned out to be _silver-gilt_ instead of
_gold_, for which last it was sold and paid for. This was
discovered by the workman in trying it, before taking off the
hinges and working upon the lid. I have of course recalled and
preserved the box _in statu quo_. What I wish you to do is, to see
the said Mr. Love, and inform him of this circumstance, adding,
from me, that I will take care he shall not have done this with
impunity.
"If there is no remedy in law, there is at least the equitable one
of making known his _guilt_,--that is, his silver-_gilt_, and be
d----d to him.
"I shall carefully preserve all the purchases I made of him on that
occasion for my return, as the plague in Turkey is a barrier to
travelling there at present, or rather the endless quarantine which
would be the consequence before one could land in coming back. Pray
state the matter to him with due ferocity.
"I sent you the other day some extracts from a kind of Drama which
I had begun in Switzerland and finished here; you will tell me if
they are received. They were only in a letter. I have not yet had
energy to copy it out, or I would send you the whole in different
covers.
"The Carnival closed this day last week.
"Mr. Hobhouse is still at Rome, I believe. I am at present a little
unwell;--sitting up too late and some subsidiary dissipations have
lowered my blood a good deal; but I have at present the quiet and
temperance of Lent before me.
"Believe me, &c.
"P.S. Remember me to Mr. Gifford--I have not received your parcel
or parcels.--Look into 'Moore's (Dr. Moore's) View of Italy' for
me; in one of the volumes you will find an account of the _Doge
Valiere_ (it ought to be Falieri) and his conspiracy, or the
motives of it. Get it transcribed for me, and send it in a letter
to me soon. I want it, and cannot find so good an account of that
business here; though the veiled patriot, and the place where he
was crowned, and afterwards decapitated, still exist and are shown.
I have searched all their histories; but the policy of the old
aristocracy made their writers silent on his motives, which were a
private grievance against one of the patricians.
"I mean to write a tragedy on the subject, which appears to me very
dramatic; an old man, jealous, and conspiring against the state of
which he was the actually reigning chief. The last circumstance
makes it the most remarkable and only fact of the kind in all
history of all nations."
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