possession—­I mean the fifth edition—­you may make these alterations, that I may profit (though a little too late) by his remarks:—­For ‘hellish instinct,’ substitute ‘brutal instinct;’ ‘harpies’ alter to ‘felons;’ and for ‘blood-hounds’ write ’hell-hounds.’[72] These be ’very bitter words, by my troth,’ and the alterations not much sweeter; but as I shall not publish the thing, they can do no harm, but are a satisfaction to me in the way of amendment.  The passage is only twelve lines.

“You do not answer me about H.’s book; I want to write to him, and not to say any thing unpleasing.  If you direct to Post Office, Portsmouth, till called for, I will send and receive your letter.  You never told me of the forthcoming critique on Columbus, which is not too fair; and I do not think justice quite done to the ‘Pleasures,’ which surely entitle the author to a higher rank than that assigned him in the Quarterly.  But I must not cavil at the decisions of the invisible infallibles; and the article is very well written.  The general horror of ‘fragments’ makes me tremulous for ‘The Giaour;’ but you would publish it—­I presume, by this time, to your repentance.  But as I consented, whatever be its fate, I won’t now quarrel with you, even though I detect it in my pastry; but I shall not open a pie without apprehension for some weeks.

“The books which may be marked G.O.  I will carry out.  Do you know Clarke’s Naufragia?  I am told that he asserts the first volume of Robinson Crusoe was written by the first Lord Oxford, when in the Tower, and given by him to Defoe; if true, it is a curious anecdote.  Have you got back Lord Brooke’s MS.? and what does Heber say of it?  Write to me at Portsmouth.  Ever yours, &c.

     “N.”

[Footnote 72:  In an article on this Satire (written for Cumberland’s Review, but never printed) by that most amiable man and excellent poet, the late Rev. William Crowe, the incongruity of these metaphors is thus noticed:—­“Within the space of three or four couplets, he transforms a man into as many different animals.  Allow him but the compass of three lines, and he will metamorphose him from a wolf into a harpy, and in three more he will make him a blood-hound.”

There are also in this MS. critique some curious instances of oversight or ignorance adduced from the Satire; such as “Fish from Helicon”—­“Attic flowers Aonian odours breathe,” &c. &c.]

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TO MR. MURRAY.

     “June 18. 1813.

     “Dear Sir,

     “Will you forward the enclosed answer to the kindest letter I ever
     received in my life, my sense of which I can neither express to Mr.
     Gifford himself nor to any one else?  Ever yours,

     “N.”

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