nd, to my mind, excellent. Poor fellow, _his_ very
dregs are better than the 'first sprightly runnings' of others.

"My paper is full, and I have a grievous headach.

"P.S. Lady B. is in full progress. Next month will bring to light
(with the aid of 'Juno Lucina, _fer opem_,' or rather _opes_, for
the last are most wanted,) the tenth wonder of the world--Gil Blas
being the eighth, and he (my son's father) the ninth."

* * * * *

LETTER 229. TO MR. MOORE.

"November 4. 1815.

"Had you not bewildered my head with the 'stocks,' your letter
would have been answered directly. Hadn't I to go to the city? and
hadn't I to remember what to ask when I got there? and hadn't I
forgotten it?

"I should be undoubtedly delighted to see you; but I don't like to
urge against your reasons my own inclinations. Come you must soon,
for stay you _won't_. I know you of old;--you have been too much
leavened with London to keep long out of it.

"Lewis is going to Jamaica to suck his sugar canes. He sails in two
days; I enclose you his farewell note. I saw him last night at
D.L.T. for the last time previous to his voyage. Poor fellow! he is
really a good man--an excellent man--he left me his walking-stick
and a pot of preserved ginger. I shall never eat the last without
tears in my eyes, it is so _hot_. We have had a devil of a row
among our ballerinas. Miss Smith has been wronged about a hornpipe.
The Committee have interfered; but Byrne, the d----d ballet master,
won't budge a step, _I_ am furious, so is George Lamb. Kinnaird is
very glad, because--he don't know why; and I am very sorry, for the
same reason. To-day I dine with Kd.--we are to have Sheridan and
Colman again; and to-morrow, once more, at Sir Gilbert Heathcote's.

"Leigh Hunt has written a _real good_ and _very original Poem_,
which I think will be a great hit. You can have no notion how very
well it is written, nor should I, had I not redde it. As to us,
Tom--eh, when art thou out? If you think the verses worth it, I
would rather they were embalmed in the Irish Melodies, than
scattered abroad in a separate song--much rather. But when are thy
great things out? I mean the Po of Pos--thy Shah Nameh. It is very
kind in Jeffrey to like the Hebrew Melodies. Some of the fello