vates) I yesterday expedited to your address, under cover one,
two paper books, containing the _Giaour_-nal, and a thing or two.
It won't _all_ do--even for the posthumous public--but extracts
from it may. It is a brief and faithful chronicle of a month or
so--parts of it not very discreet, but sufficiently sincere. Mr.
Mawman saith that he will, in person or per friend, have it
delivered to you in your Elysian fields.

"If you have got the new Juans, recollect that there are some very
gross printer's blunders, particularly in the fifth Canto,--such as
'praise' for 'pair'--'precarious' for 'precocious'--'Adriatic' for
'Asiatic'--'case' for 'chase'--besides gifts of additional words
and syllables, which make but a cacophonous rhythmus. Put the pen
through the said, as I would mine through * *'s ears, if I were
alongside him. As it is, I have sent him a rattling letter, as
abusive as possible. Though he is publisher to the 'Board of
_Longitude_,' he is in no danger of discovering it.

"I am packing for Pisa--but direct your letters _here_, till
further notice. Yours ever," &c.

* * * * *

One of the "paper-books" mentioned in this letter as intrusted to Mr.
Mawman for me, contained a portion, to the amount of nearly a hundred
pages, of a prose story, relating the adventures of a young Andalusian
nobleman, which had been begun by him, at Venice, in 1817. The following
passage is all I shall extract from this amusing Fragment:--

"A few hours afterwards we were very good friends, and a few days
after she set out for Arragon, with my son, on a visit to her
father and mother. I did not accompany her immediately, having been
in Arragon before, but was to join the family in their Moorish
chateau within a few weeks.

"During her journey I received a very affectionate letter from
Donna Josepha, apprising me of the welfare of herself and my son.
On her arrival at the chateau, I received another still more
affectionate, pressing me, in very fond, and rather foolish, terms,
to join her immediately. As I was preparing to set out from
Seville, I received a third--this was from her father, Don Jose di
Cardozo, who requested me, in the politest manner, to dissolve my
marriage. I answered him with equal politeness, that I would do no
such thing. A f