and Blacketts, and their collateral cobblers, whom Lofft and Pratt have or may kidnap from their calling into the service of the trade.  You must excuse my flippancy, for I am writing I know not what, to escape from myself.  Hobhouse is gone to Ireland.  Mr. Davies has been here on his way to Harrowgate.

“You did not know M.:  he was a man of the most astonishing powers, as he sufficiently proved at Cambridge, by carrying off more prizes and fellow-ships, against the ablest candidates, than any other graduate on record; but a most decided atheist, indeed noxiously so, for he proclaimed his principles in all societies.  I knew him well, and feel a loss not easily to be supplied to myself—­to Hobhouse never.  Let me hear from you, and believe me,” &c.

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The progress towards publication of his two forthcoming works will be best traced in his letters to Mr. Murray and Mr. Dallas.

LETTER 62.  TO MR. MURRAY.

     “Newstead Abbey, Notts., August 23. 1811.

     “Sir,

“A domestic calamity in the death of a near relation has hitherto prevented my addressing you on the subject of this letter.—­My friend, Mr. Dallas, has placed in your hands a manuscript poem written by me in Greece, which he tells me you do not object to publishing.  But he also informed me in London that you wished to send the MS. to Mr. Gifford.  Now, though no one would feel more gratified by the chance of obtaining his observations on a work than myself, there is in such a proceeding a kind of petition for praise, that neither my pride—­or whatever you please to call it—­will admit.  Mr. G. is not only the first satirist of the day, but editor of one of the principal reviews.  As such, he is the last man whose censure (however eager to avoid it) I would deprecate by clandestine means.  You will therefore retain the manuscript in your own care, or, if it must needs be shown, send it to another.  Though not very patient of censure, I would fain obtain fairly any little praise my rhymes might deserve, at all events not by extortion, and the humble solicitations of a bandied about MS. I am sure a little consideration will convince you it would be wrong.

“If you determine on publication, I have some smaller poems (never published), a few notes, and a short dissertation on the literature of the modern Greeks (written at Athens), which will come in at the end of the volume.—­And, if the present poem should succeed, it is my intention, at some subsequent period, to publish some selections from my first work,—­my Satire,—­another nearly the same length, and a few other things, with the MS. now in your hands, in two volumes.—­But of these hereafter.  You will apprize me of your determination.  I am, Sir, your very obedient,” &c.

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