“Her mother, the Marchioness, talked to me a little; and I was twenty times on the point of asking her to introduce me to sa fille, but I stopped short.  This comes of that affray with the Carlisles.

“Earl Grey told me laughingly of a paragraph in the last Moniteur, which has stated, among other symptoms of rebellion, some particulars of the sensation occasioned in all our government gazettes by the ‘tear’ lines,—­only amplifying, in its re-statement, an epigram (by the by, no epigram except in the Greek acceptation of the word) into a roman.  I wonder the Couriers, &c. &c., have not translated that part of the Moniteur, with additional comments.

“The Princess of Wales has requested Fuseli to paint from ’The Corsair,’—­leaving to him the choice of any passage for the subject:  so Mr. Locke tells me.  Tired, jaded, selfish, and supine—­must go to bed.

“Roman, at least Romance, means a song sometimes, as in the Spanish.  I suppose this is the Moniteur’s meaning, unless he has confused it with ‘The Corsair.’

“Albany, March 28.

“This night got into my new apartments, rented of Lord Althorpe, on a lease of seven years.  Spacious, and room for my books and sabres. In the house, too, another advantage.  The last few days, or whole week, have been very abstemious, regular in exercise, and yet very unwell.

“Yesterday, dined tete-a-tete at the Cocoa with Scrope Davies—­sat from six till midnight—­drank between us one bottle of champagne and six of claret, neither of which wines ever affect me.  Offered to take Scrope home in my carriage; but he was tipsy and pious, and I was obliged to leave him on his knees praying to I know not what purpose or pagod.  No headach, nor sickness, that night nor to-day.  Got up, if any thing, earlier than usual—­sparred with Jackson ad sudorem, and have been much better in health than for many days.  I have heard nothing more from Scrope.  Yesterday paid him four thousand eight hundred pounds, a debt of some standing, and which I wished to have paid before.  My mind is much relieved by the removal of that debit.

“Augusta wants me to make it up with Carlisle.  I have refused every body else, but I can’t deny her any thing;—­so I must e’en do it, though I had as lief ‘drink up Eisel—­eat a crocodile.’  Let me see—­Ward, the Hollands, the Lambs, Rogers, &c. &c.—­every body, more or less, have been trying for the last two years to accommodate this couplet quarrel to no purpose.  I shall laugh if Augusta succeeds.

“Redde a little of many things—­shall get in all my books to-morrow.  Luckily this room will hold them—­with ’ample room and verge, &c. the characters of hell to trace.’  I must set about some employment soon; my heart begins to eat itself again.

“April 8.