are, or might be, some to the late Rev. J.C.  Tattersall, in the hands of his brother (half-brother) Mr. Wheatley, who resides near Canterbury, I think.  There are some of Charles Gordon, now of Dulwich; and some few to Mrs. Chaworth; but these latter are probably destroyed or inaccessible.

“I mention these people and particulars merely as chances.  Most of them have probably destroyed the letters, which in fact are of little import, many of them written when very young, and several at school and college.

“Peel (the second brother of the Secretary) was a correspondent of mine, and also Porter, the son of the Bishop of Clogher; Lord Clare a very voluminous one; William Harness (a friend of Milman’s) another; Charles Drummond (son of the banker); William Bankes (the voyager), your friend:  R.C.  Dallas, Esq.; Hodgson; Henry Drury; Hobhouse you were already aware of.

     “I have gone through this long list[57] of

        “‘The cold, the faithless, and the dead,’

     because I know that, like ‘the curious in fish-sauce,’ you are a
     researcher of such things.

“Besides these, there are other occasional ones to literary men and so forth, complimentary, &c. &c. &c. not worth much more than the rest.  There are some hundreds, too, of Italian notes of mine, scribbled with a noble contempt of the grammar and dictionary, in very English Etruscan; for I speak Italian very fluently, but write it carelessly and incorrectly to a degree.”

[Footnote 56:  He here adverts to a passing remark, in one of Mr. Murray’s letters, that, as his Lordship’s “Memoranda” were not to be published in his lifetime, the sum now paid for the work, 2100_l_. would most probably, upon a reasonable calculation of survivorship, amount ultimately to no less than 8000_l_.]

[Footnote 57:  To all the persons upon this list who were accessible, application has, of course, been made,—­with what success it is in the reader’s power to judge from the communications that have been laid before him.  Among the companions of the poet’s boyhood there are (as I have already had occasion to mention and regret) but few traces of his youthful correspondence to be found; and of all those who knew him at that period, his fair Southwell correspondent alone seems to have been sufficiently endowed with the gift of second-sight to anticipate the Byron of a future day, and foresee the compound interest that Time and Fame would accumulate on every precious scrap of the young bard which she hoarded.  On the whole, however, it is not unsatisfactory to be able to state that, with the exception of a very small minority (only one of whom is possessed of any papers of much importance), every distinguished associate and intimate of the noble poet, from the very outset to the close of his extraordinary career, have come forward cordially to communicate whatever memorials they possessed of him,—­trusting, as I am willing to flatter myself, that they confided these treasures to one, who, if not able to do full justice to the memory of their common friend, would, at least, not willingly suffer it to be dishonoured in his hands.]