Chapter XLIV: Letter 96: To Lord Holland

"Cheltenham, September 10. 1812.

"My dear Lord,

"The lines which I sketched off on your hint are still, or rather
_were_, in an unfinished state, for I have just committed them to a
flame more decisive than that of Drury. Under all the
circumstances, I should hardly wish a contest with
Philo-drama--Philo-Drury--Asbestos, H * *, and all the anonymes and
synonymes of Committee candidates. Seriously, I think you have a
chance of something much better; for prologuising is not my forte,
and, at all events, either my pride or my modesty won't let me
incur the hazard of having my rhymes buried in next month's
Magazine, under 'Essays on the Murder of Mr. Perceval,' and 'Cures
for the Bite of a Mad Dog,' as poor Goldsmith complained of the
fate of far superior performances.

"I am still sufficiently interested to wish to know the successful
candidate; and, amongst so many, I have no doubt some will be
excellent, particularly in an age when writing verse is the easiest
of all attainments.

"I cannot answer your intelligence with the 'like comfort,' unless,
as you are deeply theatrical, you may wish to hear of Mr. * *,
whose acting is, I fear, utterly inadequate to the London
engagement into which the managers of Covent Garden have lately
entered. His figure is fat, his features flat, his voice
unmanageable, his action ungraceful, and, as Diggory says, 'I defy
him to _ex_tort that d----d muffin face of his into madness.' I was
very sorry to see him in the character of the 'Elephant on the
slack rope;' for, when I last saw him, I was in raptures with his
performance. But then I was sixteen--an age to which all London
condescended to subside. After all, much better judges have
admired, and may again; but I venture to 'prognosticate a prophecy'
(see the Courier) that he will not succeed.

"So, poor dear Rogers has stuck fast on 'the brow of the mighty
Helvellyn'--I hope not for ever. My best respects to Lady H.:--her
departure, with that of my other friends, was a sad event for me,
now reduced to a state of the most cynical solitude. 'By the waters
of Cheltenham I sat down and _drank_, when I remembered thee, oh
Georgiana Cottage! As for our _harps_, we hanged them up upon the
willows that grew thereby. Then they said, Sing us a song of Drury
Lane,' &c.;--but I am dumb and dreary as the Israelites. The waters
have disordered me to my heart's content--you _were_ right, as you
always are. Believe me ever your obliged and affectionate servant,

"BYRON."

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The request of the Committee for his aid having been, still more urgently, repeated, he, at length, notwithstanding the difficulty and invidiousness of the task, from his strong wish to oblige Lord Holland, consented to undertake it; and the quick succeeding notes and letters, which he addressed, during the completion of the Address, to his noble friend, afford a proof (in conjunction with others of still more interest, yet to be cited) of the pains he, at this time, took in improving and polishing his first conceptions, and the importance he wisely attached to a judicious choice of epithets as a means of enriching both the music and the meaning of his verse. They also show,--what, as an illustration of his character, is even still more valuable,--the exceeding pliancy and good humour with which he could yield to friendly suggestions and criticisms; nor can it be questioned, I think, but that the docility thus invariably exhibited by him, on points where most poets are found to be tenacious and irritable, was a quality natural to his disposition, and such as might have been turned to account in far more important matters, had he been fortunate enough to meet with persons capable of understanding and guiding him.

The following are a few of those hasty notes, on the subject of the Address, which I allude to:--

TO LORD HOLLAND.

"September 22. 1812.

"My dear Lord,

"In a day or two I will send you something which you will still
have the liberty to reject if you dislike it. I should like to have
had more time, but will do my best,--but too happy if I can oblige
_you_, though I may offend a hundred scribblers and the discerning
public. Ever yours.

"Keep _my name_ a _secret_; or I shall be beset by all the
rejected, and, perhaps, damned by a party."

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