Chapter LXIV: Letter 457: To Mr. Moore

"September 27. 1821.

"It was not Murray's fault. I did not send the MS. _overture_, but
I send it now[55], and it may be restored;--or, at any rate, you
may keep the original, and give any copies you please. I send it,
as written, and as I _read_ it to you--I have no other copy.

"By last week's _two_ posts, in two packets, I sent to your
address, at _Paris_, a longish poem upon the late Irishism of your
countrymen in their reception of * * *. Pray, have you received it?
It is in 'the high Roman fashion,' and full of ferocious phantasy.
As _you_ could not well take up the matter with Paddy (being of the
same nest), I have;--but I hope still that I have done justice to
his great men and his good heart. As for * * *, you will find it
laid on with a trowel. I delight in your 'fact historical'--is it a
fact?

"Yours, &c.

"P.S. You have not answered me about Schlegel--why not? Address to
me at Pisa, whither I am going, to join the exiles--a pretty
numerous body at present. Let me hear how you are, and what you
mean to do. Is there no chance of your recrossing the Alps? If the
G. Rex marries again, let him not want an Epithalamium--suppose a
joint concern of you and me, like Sternhold and Hopkins!"

[Footnote 55: The lines "Oh Wellington," which I had missed in their original place at the opening of the third Canto, and took for granted that they had been suppressed by his publisher.]

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