“Friday, December 10. 1813.

“I am ennuye beyond my usual tense of that yawning verb, which I am always conjugating; and I don’t find that society much mends the matter.  I am too lazy to shoot myself—­and it would annoy Augusta, and perhaps * *; but it would be a good thing for George, on the other side, and no bad one for me; but I won’t be tempted.

“I have had the kindest letter from M * * e.  I do think that man is the best-hearted, the only hearted being I ever encountered; and, then, his talents are equal to his feelings.

“Dined on Wednesday at Lord H.’s—­the Staffords, Staels, Cowpers, Ossulstones, Melbournes, Mackintoshes, &c. &c.—­and was introduced to the Marquis and Marchioness of Stafford,—­an unexpected event.  My quarrel with Lord Carlisle (their or his brother-in-law) having rendered it improper, I suppose, brought it about.  But, if it was to happen at all, I wonder it did not occur before.  She is handsome, and must have been beautiful—­and her manners are princessly.

“The Stael was at the other end of the table, and less loquacious than heretofore.  We are now very good friends; though she asked Lady Melbourne whether I had really any bonhommie.  She might as well have asked that question before she told C.L. ’c’est un demon.”  True enough, but rather premature, for she could not have found it out, and so—­she wants me to dine there next Sunday.

“Murray prospers, as far as circulation.  For my part, I adhere (in liking) to my Fragment.  It is no wonder that I wrote one—­my mind is a fragment.

“Saw Lord Gower, Tierney, &c. in the square.  Took leave of Lord Gr. who is going to Holland and Germany.  He tells me that he carries with him a parcel of ‘Harolds’ and ‘Giaours,’ &c. for the readers of Berlin, who, it seems, read English, and have taken a caprice for mine.  Um!—­have I been German all this time, when I thought myself Oriental?

“Lent Tierney my box for to-morrow; and received a new comedy sent by Lady C.A.—­but not hers.  I must read it, and endeavour not to displease the author.  I hate annoying them with cavil; but a comedy I take to be the most difficult of compositions, more so than tragedy.

“G——­t says there is a coincidence between the first part of ’The Bride’ and some story of his—­whether published or not, I know not, never having seen it.  He is almost the last person on whom any one would commit literary larceny, and I am not conscious of any witting thefts on any of the genus.  As to originality, all pretensions are ludicrous,—­’there is nothing new under the sun.’

“Went last night to the play.  Invited out to a party, but did not go;—­right.  Refused to go to Lady * ’s on Monday;—­right again.  If I must fritter away my life, I would rather do it alone.  I was much tempted;—­C * looked so Turkish with her red Turban, and her regular, dark, and clear features.  Not that she and I ever were, or could be, any thing; but I love any aspect that reminds me of the ’children of the sun.’