He had not much time for his Portuguese studies.  The run was unusually fast, and the ship only spent a week in the Bay of Bengal, and forty-eight hours in the Hooghly.  He found his sister comfortably installed in Government House, where he himself took up his quarters during the next six weeks; Lady William Bentinck having been prepared to welcome him as her guest by her husband’s letters, more than one of which ended with the words “e un miracolo.”  Towards the middle of November, Macaulay began housekeeping for himself; living, as he always loved to live, rather more generously than the strict necessities of his position demanded.  His residence, then the best in Calcutta, has long since been converted into the Bengal Club.

To Macvey Napier, Esq.

Calcutta:  December 10, 1834.

Dear Napier,—­First to business.  At length I send you the article on Mackintosh; an article which has the merit of length, whatever it may be deficient in.  As I wished to transmit it to England in duplicate, if not in triplicate, I thought it best to have two or three copies coarsely printed here under the seal of strict secresy.  The printers at Edinburgh will, therefore, have no trouble in deciphering my manuscript, and the corrector of the press will find his work done to his hands.

The disgraceful imbecility, and the still more disgraceful malevolence, of the editor have, as you will see, moved my indignation not a little.  I hope that Longman’s connection with the Review will not prevent you from inserting what I have said on this subject.  Murray’s copy writers are unsparingly abused by Southey and Lockhart in the Quarterly; and it would be hard indeed if we might not in the Edinburgh strike hard at an assailant of Mackintosh.

I shall now begin another article.  The subject I have not yet fixed upon; perhaps the romantic poetry of Italy, for which there is an excellent opportunity; Panizzi’s reprint of Boiardo; perhaps the little volume of Burnet’s Characters edited by Bishop Jebb.  This reminds me that I have to acknowledge the receipt of a box from Longman, containing this little book; and other books of much greater value, Grimm’s Correspondence, Jacquemont’s Letters, and several foreign works on jurisprudence.  All that you have yet sent have been excellently chosen.  I will mention, while I am on this subject, a few books which I want, and which I am not likely to pick up here—­Daru’s Histoire de Venise; St. Real’s Conjuration de Venise; Fra Paolo’s works; Monstrelet’s Chronicle; and Coxe’s book on the Pelhams.  I should also like to have a really good edition of Lucian.

My sister desires me to send you her kind regards.  She remembers her visit to Edinburgh, and your hospitality, with the greatest pleasure.  Calcutta is called, and not without some reason, the city of palaces; but I have seen nothing in the East like the view from the Castle Rock, nor expect to see anything like it till we stand there together again.