set out. I called on Sawrey this morning. He did not seem to be at all out at anything I said and the inquiries I made with regard to your spitting of blood, and moreover desired me to ask you to send him a correct account of all your sensations and symptoms concerning the palpitation and the spitting and the cough-if you have any. Your last letter gave me a great pleasure, for I think the invalid is in a better spirit there along the Edge; and as for George, I must immediately, now I think of it, correct a little misconception of a part of my last letter. The Miss Reynolds have never said one word against me about you, or by any means endeavoured to lessen you in my estimation. That

is not what I referred to; but the manner and thoughts which I knew they internally had towards you, time will show. Wells and Severn dined with me yesterday. We had a very pleasant day. I pitched upon another bottle of claret. We enjoyed ourselves very much; were all very witty and full of rhyme. We played a concert from 4 o'clock till 10-drank your healths, the Hunts', and N. B. Severn, Peter Pendar's. I said on that day the only good thing I was ever guilty of. We were talking about Stephens and the Gallery. I said I wondered that careful folks would go there, for although it was but a shilling, still you had to pay through the Nose. I saw the Peachey family in a box at Drury one night. I have got such a curious,' or rather I had such, now I am in my own hand.

'A word is evidently omitted here,

I have had a great deal of pleasant time with Rice lately, and am getting initiated into a little band. They call drinking deep dyin' scarlet. They call good wine a pretty tipple, and call getting a child knocking out an apple; stopping at a tavern they call hanging out. Where do you sup? is where do you hang out?

Thursday I promised to dine with Wordsworth, and the weather is so bad that I am undecided, for he lives at Mortimer street. I had an invitation to meet him at Kingston's, but not liking that place I sent my excuse. What I think of doing to-day is to dine in Mortimer street (Wordsth), and sup here in the Feath' buildings, as Mr. Wells has invited me. On Saturday, I called on Wordsworth before he went to Kingston's, and was surprised to find him with a stiff collar. I saw his spouse, and I think his daughter. I forget whether I had written my last before my Sunday evening at Haydon's—no, I did not, or I should have told you, Tom, of a young man you met at Paris, at Scott's, of the Richter. I think he is going to Fegan, in Africa; then to proceed if possible like Mungo Park. He was very polite to me, and inquired very particularly after you. Then there was Wordsworth, Lamb, Monkhouse, Landseer, Kingston, and your humble servant. Lamb got tipsy and blew up Kingston-proceeding so far as to take the candle across the room, hold it to his face, and show us what a soft fellow he was.

* Several words are here torn from the original.

I astonished Kingston at supper with a pertinacity in favour of drinking, keeping my two glasses at work in a knowing way. He sent me a hare last week, which I sent to Mrs. Dilke. Brown is not come back. I and Dilke are getting capital friends. He is going to take the "Champion." He has sent his farce to Covent Garden. I met Bob Harris on the steps at Covent Garden; we had a good deal of curious chat. He came out with his old humble opinion. The Covent Garden pantomime is a very nice one, but they have a middling Harlequin, a bad Pantaloon, a worse Clown, and a shocking Columbine, who is one of the Miss Dennets.

I suppose you will see my critique on the new tragedy in the next week's "Champion." It is a shocking bad one. I have not seen Hunt; he was out when I called. Mrs. Hunt looks as well as ever. I saw her after her confinement. There is an article in the "Examiner" on Godwin's "Mandeville," signed E. K. I think it Miss K. I will send it. There are fine subscriptions going on for Hone.

You ask me what degrees there are between Scott's novels and those of Smollet. They appear to me to be quite distinct in every particular, more especially in their aims. Scott endeavours to throw so interesting and romantic a colouring into common and low characters as to give them a touch of the sublime. Smollet, on the contrary, pulls down and levels what with other men would continue romance. The grand parts of Scott are within the reach of more minds than the finest humours in

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"Humphrey Clinker." I forget whether that fine thing of the Sargeant is Fielding or Smollet, but it gives me more pleasure than the whole novel of “ The Antiquary." You must remember what I mean. Some one says to the Sargeant: "That's a non-sequiter!" "If you come to that," replies the Sargeant, "you're another!"

I see by Wells' letter Mr. Abbey does not overstock you with money. You must write. I have not seen yet, but expect it on Wednesday. I am afraid it is gone. Severn tells me he has an order for some drawings for the Emperor of Russia.

I was at a dance at Redhall's, and passed a pleasant time enough-drank deep, and won 10.6 at cutting for half guineas.

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Bailey was there and seemed to enjoy the evening. Rice said he cared less about the hour than any one, and the proof is his dancing-he cares not for time, dancing as if he was deaf. Old Redhall not being used to

The word is not legible, but he evidently referred to some play of the day.

2 This letter was written in an evident hurry, and crossed. In many places it is almost illegible. At this particular place there is an account of a discussion as to the derivation of a word. Reynolds, Bailey, Keats, and others took part, and many witty things were said; but, under

all the circumstances and considering how many words I would have to leave to conjecture, I have concluded to omit the whole passage. It is to be regretted that this letter should have been so carelessly written, and I can only attribute the abandonment of Keats's usually distinct and almost clerical style of penmanship to great hurry and possible preoccupation.

give parties, had no idea of the quantity of wine that would be drank, and he actually put in readiness on the kitchen stairs eight dozen.

Every one inquires after you, and every one desires their remembrances to you. I have seen Fanny twice lately-she inquired particularly after you and wants a co-partnership letter from you. She has been unwell, but is improving-I think she will be quick well. Mrs. Abbey was saying that the Keatses were ever indolent, that they would ever be so, and that it is born in them. Well, whispered Fanny to me, if it is born with us, how can we help it. She seems very anxious for a letter. As I asked her what I should get for her, she said a "Medal of the Princess." I called on Haslam-we dined very well. You must get well, Tom, and then I shall feel whole and genial as the winter air. Give me as many letters as you like, and write to Sawrey soon. I received a short letter from Bailey about Crips, and one from Haydon, ditto. Haydon thinks he improved very much. Mrs. Wells' desires particularly to Tom and her respects to George, and I desire no better than to be ever your most affectionate brother,

JOHN.