Life of Lord Byron Volume III Part 13
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"You shall have one of the pictures. I wish you to send the proof of 'Lara' to Mr. Moore, 33. Bury Street, _to-night_, as he leaves town to-morrow, and wishes to see it before he goes[40]; and I am also willing to have the benefit of his remarks. Yours," &c.
[Footnote 40: In a note which I wrote to him, before starting, next day, I find the following:--"I got Lara at three o'clock this morning--read him before I slept, and was enraptured. I take the proofs with me."]
TO MR. MURRAY.
"July 18. 1814.
"I think _you_ will be satisfied even to _repletion_ with our northern friends[41], and I won't deprive you longer of what I think will give you pleasure; for my own part, my modesty, or my vanity, must be silent.
"P.S. If you could spare it for an hour in the evening, I wish you to send it up to Mrs. Leigh, your neighbour, at the London Hotel, Albemarle Street."
[Footnote 41: He here refers to an article in the number of the Edinburgh Review, just then published (No. 45.), on The Corsair and Bride of Abydos.]
LETTER 189. TO MR. MURRAY.
"July 23. 1814.
"I am sorry to say that the print[42] is by no means approved of by those who have seen it, who are pretty conversant with the original, as well as the picture from whence it is taken. I rather suspect that it is from the _copy_ and not the _exhibited_ portrait, and in this dilemma would recommend a suspension, if not an abandonment, of the _prefixion_ to the volumes which you purpose inflicting upon the public.
"With regard to _Lara_, don't be in any hurry. I have not yet made up my mind on the subject, nor know what to think or do till I hear from you; and Mr. Moore appeared to me in a similar state of indetermination. I do not know that it may not be better to _reserve_ it for the _entire_ publication you proposed, and not adventure in hardy singleness, or even backed by the fairy Jacqueline. I have been seized with all kinds of doubts, &c. &c.
since I left London.
"Pray let me hear from you, and believe me," &c.
[Footnote 42: An engraving by Agar from Phillips's portrait of him.]
LETTER 190. TO MR. MURRAY.
"July 24. 1814.
"The minority must, in this case, carry it, so pray let it be so, for I don't care sixpence for any of the opinions you mention, on such a subject: and P * * must be a dunce to agree with them. For my own part, I have no objection at all; but Mrs. Leigh and my cousin must be better judges of the likeness than others; and they hate it; and so I won't have it at all.
"Mr. Hobhouse is right as for his conclusion: but I deny the premises. The name only is Spanish[43]; the country is not Spain, but the Morea.
"Waverley is the best and most interesting novel I have redde since--I don't know when. I like it as much as I hate * *, and * *, and * *, and all the feminine trash of the last four months.
Besides, it is all easy to me, I have been in Scotland so much (though then young enough too), and feel at home with the people, Lowland and Gael.
"A note will correct what Mr. Hobhouse thinks an error (about the feudal system in Spain);--it is _not_ Spain. If he puts a few words of prose any where, it will set all right.
"I have been ordered to town to vote. I shall disobey. There is no good in so much prating, since 'certain issues strokes should arbitrate.' If you have any thing to say, let me hear from you.
"Yours," &c.
[Footnote 43: Alluding to Lara.]
LETTER 191. TO MR. MURRAY.
"August 3. 1814.
"It is certainly a little extraordinary that you have not sent the Edinburgh Review, as I requested, and hoped it would not require a note a day to remind you. I see _advertis.e.m.e.nts_ of Lara and Jacqueline; pray, _why?_ when I requested you to postpone publication till my return to town.
"I have a most amusing epistle from the Ettrick bard--Hogg; in which, speaking of his bookseller, whom he denominates the 'shabbiest' of the _trade_ for not 'lifting his bills,' he adds, in so many words, 'G----d d----n him and them both.' This is a pretty prelude to asking you to adopt him (the said Hogg); but this he wishes; and if you please, you and I will talk it over. He has a poem ready for the press (and your _bills_ too, if '_lift_able'), and bestows some benedictions on Mr. Moore for his abduction of Lara from the forthcoming Miscellany.[44]
"P.S. Sincerely, I think Mr. Hogg would suit you very well; and surely he is a man of great powers, and deserving of encouragement.
I must knock out a Tale for him, and you should at all events consider before you reject his suit. Scott is gone to the Orkneys in a gale of wind; and Hogg says that, during the said gale, 'he is sure that Scott is not quite at his ease, to say the best of it.' Ah! I wish these home-keeping bards could taste a Mediterranean white squall, or 'the Gut' in a gale of wind, or even the 'Bay of Biscay' with no wind at all."
[Footnote 44: Mr. Hogg had been led to hope that he should be permitted to insert this poem in a Miscellany which he had at this time some thoughts of publis.h.i.+ng; and whatever advice I may have given against such a mode of disposing of the work arose certainly not from any ill will to this ingenious and remarkable man, but from a consideration of what I thought most advantageous to the fame of Lord Byron.]
LETTER 192. TO MR. MOORE.
"Hastings, August 3. 1814.
"By the time this reaches your dwelling, I shall (G.o.d wot) be in town again probably. I have been here renewing my acquaintance with my old friend Ocean; and I find his bosom as pleasant a pillow for an hour in the morning as his daughters of Paphos could be in the twilight. I have been swimming and eating turbot, and smuggling neat brandies and silk handkerchiefs,--and listening to my friend Hodgson's raptures about a pretty wife-elect of his,--and walking on cliffs, and tumbling down hills, and making the most of the 'dolce far-niente' for the last fortnight. I met a son of Lord Erskine's, who says he has been married a year, and is the 'happiest of men;' and I have met the aforesaid H., who is also the 'happiest of men;' so, it is worth while being here, if only to witness the superlative felicity of these foxes, who have cut off their tails, and would persuade the rest to part with their brushes to keep them in countenance.
"It rejoiceth me that you like 'Lara.' Jeffrey is out with his 45th Number, which I suppose you have got. He is only too kind to me, in my share of it, and I begin to fancy myself a golden pheasant, upon the strength of the plumage wherewith he hath bedecked me. But then, 'surgit amari,' &c.--the gentlemen of the Champion, and Perry, have got hold (I know not how) of the condolatory address to Lady J. on the picture-abduction by our R * * *, and have published them--with my name, too, smack--without even asking leave, or enquiring whether or no! D----n their impudence, and d----n every thing. It has put me out of patience, and so, I shall say no more about it.
"You shall have Lara and Jacque (both with some additions) when out; but I am still demurring and delaying, and in a fuss, and so is R. in his way.
"Newstead is to be mine again. Claughton forfeits twenty-five thousand pounds; but that don't prevent me from being very prettily ruined. I mean to bury myself there--and let my beard grow--and hate you all.
"Oh! I have had the most amusing letter from Hogg, the Ettrick minstrel and shepherd. He wants me to recommend him to Murray; and, speaking of his present bookseller, whose 'bills' are never 'lifted,' he adds, _totidem verbis_, 'G.o.d d----n him and them both.' I laughed, and so would you too, at the way in which this execration is introduced. The said Hogg is a strange being, but of great, though uncouth, powers. I think very highly of him, as a poet; but he, and half of these Scotch and Lake troubadours, are spoilt by living in little circles and petty societies. London and the world is the only place to take the conceit out of a man--in the milling phrase. Scott, he says, is gone to the Orkneys in a gale of wind;--during which wind, he affirms, the said Scott, 'he is sure, is not at his ease,--to say the best of it.' Lord, Lord, if these homekeeping minstrels had crossed your Atlantic or my Mediterranean, and tasted a little open boating in a white squall--or a gale in 'the Gut'--or the 'Bay of Biscay,' with no gale at all--how it would enliven and introduce them to a few of the sensations!--to say nothing of an illicit amour or two upon sh.o.r.e, in the way of essay upon the Pa.s.sions, beginning with simple adultery, and compounding it as they went along.
"I have forwarded your letter to Murray,--by the way, you had addressed it to Miller. Pray write to me, and say what art thou doing? 'Not finished!'--Oons! how is this?--these 'flaws and starts' must be 'authorised by your grandam,' and are unbecoming of any other author. I was sorry to hear of your discrepancy with the * *s, or rather your abjuration of agreement. I don't want to be impertinent, or buffoon on a serious subject, and am therefore at a loss what to say.
"I hope nothing will induce you to abate from the proper price of your poem, as long as there is a prospect of getting it. For my own part, I have _seriously_ and _not whiningly_, (for that is not my way--at least, it used not to be,) neither hopes, nor prospects, and scarcely even wishes. I am, in some respects, happy, but not in a manner that can or ought to last,--but enough of that. The worst of it is, I feel quite enervated and indifferent. I really do not know, if Jupiter were to offer me my choice of the contents of his benevolent cask, what I would pick out of it. If I was born, as the nurses say, with a 'silver spoon in my mouth,' it has stuck in my throat, and spoiled my palate, so that nothing put into it is swallowed with much relish,--unless it be cayenne. However, I have grievances enough to occupy me that way too;--but for fear of adding to yours by this pestilent long diatribe, I postpone the reading of them, _sine die_.
"Ever, dear M., yours, &c.
"P.S. Don't forget my G.o.dson. You could not have fixed on a fitter porter for his sins than me, being used to carry double without inconvenience."
LETTER 193. TO MR. MURRAY.
"August 4. 1814.
"Not having received the slightest answer to my last three letters, nor the book (the last number of the Edinburgh Review) which they requested, I presume that you were the unfortunate person who perished in the paG.o.da on Monday last, and address this rather to your executors than yourself, regretting that you should have had the ill luck to be the sole victim on that joyous occasion.
"I beg leave, then, to inform these gentlemen (whoever they may be) that I am a little surprised at the previous neglect of the deceased, and also at observing an advertis.e.m.e.nt of an approaching publication on Sat.u.r.day next, against the which I protested, and do protest for the present.
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