that I set the same price upon this as upon the Drama; but, besides that I look upon it as good, I won’t take less than three hundred guineas for any thing.  The two together will make you a larger publication than the ‘Siege’ and ‘Parisina;’ so you may think yourself let off very easy:  that is to say, if these poems are good for any thing, which I hope and believe.

“I have been some days in Rome the Wonderful.  I am seeing sights, and have done nothing else, except the new third Act for you.  I have this morning seen a live pope and a dead cardinal:  Pius VII. has been burying Cardinal Bracchi, whose body I saw in state at the Chiesa Nuova.  Rome has delighted me beyond every thing, since Athens and Constantinople.  But I shall not remain long this visit.  Address to Venice.

     “Ever, &c.

     “P.S.  I have got my saddle-horses here, and have ridden, and am
     riding, all about the country.”

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From the foregoing letters to Mr. Murray, we may collect some curious particulars respecting one of the most original and sublime of the noble poet’s productions, the Drama of Manfred.  His failure (and to an extent of which the reader shall be enabled presently to judge), in the completion of a design which he had, through two Acts, so magnificently carried on,—­the impatience with which, though conscious of this failure, he as usual hurried to the press, without deigning to woo, or wait for, a happier moment of inspiration,—­his frank docility in, at once, surrendering up his third Act to reprobation, without urging one parental word in its behalf,—­the doubt he evidently felt, whether, from his habit of striking off these creations at a heat, he should be able to rekindle his imagination on the subject,—­and then, lastly, the complete success with which, when his mind did make the spring, he at once cleared the whole space by which he before fell short of perfection,—­all these circumstances, connected with the production of this grand poem, lay open to us features, both of his disposition and genius, in the highest degree interesting, and such as there is a pleasure, second only to that of perusing the poem itself, in contemplating.

As a literary curiosity, and, still more, as a lesson to genius, never to rest satisfied with imperfection or mediocrity, but to labour on till even failures are converted into triumphs, I shall here transcribe the third Act, in its original shape, as first sent to the publisher:—­

ACT III.—­SCENE I.

A Hall in the Castle of Manfred.

      MANFRED and HERMAN.

Man. What is the hour?

Her. It wants but one till sunset, And promises a lovely twilight.

Man. Say, Are all things so disposed of in the tower As I directed?

Her. All, my lord, are ready:  Here is the key and casket.