"Venice, March 31. 1817.
"You will begin to think my epistolary offerings (to whatever altar
you please to devote them) rather prodigal. But until you answer, I
shall not abate, because you deserve no better. I know you are
well, because I hear of your voyaging to London and the environs,
which I rejoice to learn, because your note alarmed me by the
purgation and phlebotomy therein prognosticated. I also hear of
your being in the press; all which, methinks, might have furnished
you with subject-matter for a middle-sized letter, considering that
I am in foreign parts, and that the last month's advertisements and
obituary would be absolute news to me from your Tramontane country.
"I told you, in my last, I have had a smart fever. There is an
epidemic in the place; but I suspect, from the symptoms, that mine
was a fever of my own, and had nothing in common with the low,
vulgar typhus, which is at this moment decimating Venice, and which
has half unpeopled Milan, if the accounts be true. This malady has
sorely discomfited my serving men, who want sadly to be gone away,
and get me to remove. But, besides my natural perversity, I was
seasoned in Turkey, by the continual whispers of the plague,
against apprehensions of contagion. Besides which, apprehension
would not prevent it; and then I am still in love, and 'forty
thousand' fevers should not make me stir before my minute, while
under the influence of that paramount delirium. Seriously
speaking, there is a malady rife in the city--a dangerous one, they
say. However, mine did not appear so, though it was not pleasant.
"This is Passion-week--and twilight--and all the world are at
vespers. They have an eternal churching, as in all Catholic
countries, but are not so bigoted as they seem to be in Spain.
"I don't know whether to be glad or sorry that you are leaving
Mayfield. Had I ever been at Newstead during your stay there,
(except during the winter of 1813-14, when the roads were
impracticable,) we should have been within hail, and I should like
to have made a giro of the Peak with you. I know that country well,
having been all over it when a boy. Was you ever in Dovedale? I can
assure you there are things in Derbyshire as noble as Greece or
Switzerland. But you had always a lingering after London, and I
don't wonder at it. I liked it as well as any body, myself, now and
then.
"Will you remember me to Rogers? whom I presume to be flourishing,
and whom I regard as our poetical papa. You are his lawful son, and
I the illegitimate. Has he begun yet upon Sheridan? If you see our
republican friend, Leigh Hunt, pray present my remembrances. I saw
about nine months ago that he was in a row (like my friend
Hobhouse) with the Quarterly Reviewers. For my part, I never could
understand these quarrels of authors with critics and with one
another. 'For God's sake, gentlemen, what do they mean?'
"What think you of your countryman, Maturin? I take some credit to
myself for having done my best to bring out Bertram; but I must say
my colleagues were quite as ready and willing. Walter Scott,
however, was the _first_ who mentioned him, which he did to me,
with great commendation, in 1815; and it is to this casualty, and
two or three other accidents, that this very clever fellow owed his
first and well-merited public success. What a chance is fame!
"Did I tell you that I have translated two Epistles?--a
correspondence between St. Paul and the Corinthians, not to be
found in our version, but the Armenian--but which seems to me very
orthodox, and I have done it into scriptural prose English.[134]
"Ever," &c.
[Footnote 134: The only plausible claim of these epistles to
authenticity arises from the circumstance of St. Paul having (according
to the opinion of Mosheim and others) written an epistle to the
Corinthians, before that which we now call his first. They are, however,
universally given up as spurious. Though frequently referred to as
existing in the Armenian, by Primate Usher, Johan. Gregorius, and other
learned men, they were for the first time, I believe, translated from
that language by the two Whistons, who subjoined the correspondence,
with a Greek and Latin version, to their edition of the Armenian History
of Moses of Chorene, published in 1736.
The translation by Lord Byron is, as far as I can learn, the first that
has ever been attempted in English; and as, proceeding from _his_ pen,
it must possess, of course, additional interest, the reader will not be
displeased to find it in the Appendix. Annexed to the copy in my
possession are the following words in his own handwriting:--"Done into
English by me, January, February, 1817, at the Convent of San Lazaro,
with the aid and exposition of the Armenian text by the Father Paschal
Aucher, Armenian friar.--BYRON. I had also (he adds) the Latin text, but
it is in many places very corrupt, and with great omissions."]
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