TO MR. HODGSON.

"Lisbon, July 16. 1809.

"Thus far have we pursued our route, and seen all sorts of marvellous

sights, palaces, convents, &c.;--which, being to be heard in my

friend Hobhouse's forthcoming Book of Travels, I shall not anticipate

by smuggling any account whatsoever to you in a private and

clandestine manner. I must just observe, that the village of Cintra in

Estremadura is the most beautiful, perhaps, in the world.

"I am very happy here, because I loves oranges, and talk bad Latin to

the monks, who understand it, as it is like their own,--and I goes

into society (with my pocket-pistols), and I swims in the Tagus all

across at once, and I rides on an ass or a mule, and swears

Portuguese, and have got a diarrhoea and bites from the musquitoes.

But what of that? Comfort must not be expected by folks that go a

pleasuring.

"When the Portuguese are pertinacious, I say, 'Carracho!'--the great

oath of the grandees, that very well supplies the place of

'Damme,'--and, when dissatisfied with my neighbour, I pronounce him

'Ambra di merdo.' With these two phrases, and a third, 'Avra bouro,'

which signifieth 'Get an ass,' I am universally understood to be a

person of degree and a master of languages. How merrily we lives that

travellers be!--if we had food and raiment. But in sober sadness, any

thing is better than England, and I am infinitely amused with my

pilgrimage as far as it has gone.

"To-morrow we start to ride post near 400 miles as far as Gibraltar,

where we embark for Melita and Byzantium. A letter to Malta will find

me, or to be forwarded, if I am absent. Pray embrace the Drury and

Dwyer, and all the Ephesians you encounter. I am writing with Butler's

donative pencil, which makes my bad hand worse. Excuse illegibility.

"Hodgson! send me the news, and the deaths and defeats and capital

crimes and the misfortunes of one's friends; and let us hear of

literary matters, and the controversies and the criticisms. All this

will be pleasant--'Suave mari magno,' &c. Talking of that, I have been

sea-sick, and sick of the sea.

"Adieu. Yours faithfully," &c.

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