use of Walladmor.

But enough of St. David's day. There are some other little changes
which I have been obliged to make in deference to the taste of this
country. In the case of Captain le Harnois it appears to me that, from
imperfect knowledge of the English language, you have confounded the
words 'sailor' and 'tailor'; for you make the Captain talk exactly like
the latter. There is however a great deal of difference in the habits
of the two animals according to our English natural histories: and I
have therefore slightly retouched the Captain, and curled his whiskers.
I have also taken the liberty, in the seventh chapter, of curing Miss
Walladmor of an hysterical affection: what purpose it answered, I
believe you would find it hard to say: and I am sure she has enough to
bear without that.

Your geography, let me tell you, was none of the best: and I have
repaired it myself. It was in fact a damaged lot. Something the public
will bear: topographical sins dwindle into peccadilloes in a romance;
and no candid people look very sharply after the hydrography of a
novel. But still it did strike me--that the case of a man's swimming on
his back from Bristol to the Isle of Anglesea, was more than the most
indulgent public would bear. They would not stand it, Sir, I was
convinced. Besides, it would have exposed me to attacks from Mr. Barrow
of the Admiralty, in the Quarterly Review: especially as I had taken
liberties with Mr. Croker in a note.--Your chronology was almost
equally out of order: but I put _that_ into the hands of an eminent
watchmaker; and he assures me that he has 'regulated' it, and will
warrant its now going as true as the Horse Guards'.

Well, to conclude: I am not quite sure but we ought to be angry at your
taking these sort of hoaxing liberties with our literati; and I don't
know but some of us will be making reprisals. What should you say to it
in Germany if one of these days for example you were to receive a large
parcel by the '_post-wagen_' containing Posthumous Works of Mr. Kant. I
won't swear but I shall make up such a parcel myself: and, if I should,
I bet you any thing you choose that I hoax the great Bavarian
professor[2] with a treatise on the "Categorical Imperative," and "The
last words of Mr. Kant on Transcendental Apperception."--Look about
you, therefore, my gay fellows in Germany: for, if I live, you shall
not have all the hoaxing to yourselves.

[Footnote 2: Mr. Schelling: for whom how