, put the
permissive papers in the fire. I can have no view nor object
whatever, but to secure to you your property.

"Yours, &c.

"P.S. I have read part of the Quarterly just arrived: Mr. Bowles
shall be answered:--he is not quite correct in his statement about
English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. They support Pope, I see, in
the Quarterly; let them continue to do so: it is a sin, and a
shame, and a _damnation_ to think that _Pope!!_ should require
it--but he does. Those miserable mountebanks of the day, the poets,
disgrace themselves and deny God in running down Pope, the most
_faultless_ of poets, and almost of men."

[Footnote 9: Mr. Galignani had applied to Lord Byron with the view of
procuring from him such legal right over those works of his Lordship of
which he had hitherto been the sole publisher in France, as would enable
him to prevent others, in future, from usurping the same privilege.]

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LETTER 397. TO MR. MOORE.

"Ravenna, November 5. 1820.

"Thanks for your letter, which hath come somewhat costively; but
better late than never. Of it anon. Mr. Galignani, of the Press,
hath, it seems, been sup-planted and sub-pirated by another
Parisian publisher, who has audaciously printed an edition of
L.B.'s Works, at the ultra-liberal price of ten francs, and (as
Galignani piteously observes) eight francs only for booksellers!
'horresco referens.' Think of a man's _whole_ works producing so
little!

"Galignani sends me, post haste, a permission _for him, from me,_
to publish, &c. &c. which _permit_ I have signed and sent to Mr.
Murray of Albemarle Street. Will you explain to G. _that I_ have no
right to dispose of Murray's works without his leave? and therefore
I must refer him to M. to get the permit out of his claws--no easy
matter, I suspect. I have written to G. to say as much; but a word
of mouth from a 'great brother author' would convince him that I
could not honestly have complied with his wish, though I might
legally. What I could do, I have done, viz. signed the warrant and
sent it to Murray. Let the dogs divide the carcass, if it is
killed to their liking.

"I am glad of your epigram. It is odd that we should both let our
wits run away with our sentiments; for I am sure that we are both
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