“Mr. Murray has offered me one thousand guineas for ‘The Giaour’ and ‘The Bride of Abydos.’  I won’t—­it is too much, though I am strongly tempted, merely for the say of it.  No bad price for a fortnight’s (a week each) what?—­the gods know—­it was intended to be called poetry.

“I have dined regularly to-day, for the first time since Sunday last—­this being Sabbath, too.  All the rest, tea and dry biscuits—­six per diem, I wish to God I had not dined now!—­It kills me with heaviness, stupor, and horrible dreams;—­and yet it was but a pint of bucellas, and fish.[91] Meat I never touch,—­nor much vegetable diet.  I wish I were in the country, to take exercise,—­instead of being obliged to cool by abstinence, in lieu of it.  I should not so much mind a little accession of flesh,—­my bones can well bear it.  But the worst is, the devil always came with it,—­till I starved him out,—­and I will not be the slave of any appetite.  If I do err, it shall be my heart, at least, that heralds the way.  Oh, my head—­how it aches?—­the horrors of digestion!  I wonder how Buonaparte’s dinner agrees with him?

“Mem.  I must write to-morrow to ’Master Shallow, who owes me a thousand pounds,’ and seems, in his letter, afraid I should ask him for it[92];—­as if I would!—­I don’t want it (just now, at least,) to begin with; and though I have often wanted that sum, I never asked for the repayment of 10_l._ in my life—­from a friend.  His bond is not due this year, and I told him when it was, I should not enforce it.  How often must he make me say the same thing?

“I am wrong—­I did once ask * * * [93] to repay me.  But it was under circumstances that excused me to him, and would to any one.  I took no interest, nor required security.  He paid me soon,—­at least, his padre.  My head!  I believe it was given me to ache with.  Good even.

[Footnote 90:  Evidently, Mr. Hodgson.]

[Footnote 91:  He had this year so far departed from his strict plan of diet as to eat fish occasionally.]

[Footnote 92:  We have here another instance, in addition to the munificent aid afforded to Mr. Hodgson, of the generous readiness of the poet, notwithstanding his own limited means, to make the resources he possessed available for the assistance of his friends.]

[Footnote 93:  Left blank thus in the original.]

“Nov. 22. 1813.

“‘Orange Boven!’ So the bees have expelled the bear that broke open their hive.  Well,—­if we are to have new De Witts and De Ruyters, God speed the little republic!  I should like to see the Hague and the village of Brock, where they have such primitive habits.  Yet, I don’t know,—­their canals would cut a poor figure by the memory of the Bosphorus; and the Zuyder Zee look awkwardly after ‘Ak-Denizi.’  No matter,—­the bluff burghers, puffing freedom out of their short tobacco-pipes, might be worth seeing; though I prefer a cigar or a hooka,