[Jan. 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 [name of] Ritchie.' I think he is going to Fezan, 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.

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 sennight" Examiner" on Godwin's "Mandeville," signed E. K. I think it

1 Joseph Ritchie, who started on his proposed journey, and died in Africa, wrote a charming poetical Farewell to England, printed by Alaric Watts in his Poetical Album.

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 aim. 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 "Humphrey Clinker." I forget whether that fine thing of the Sargeant is Fielding's or Smollet's, but it gives me more pleasure than the whole novel of "The Antiquary." You must remember what I mean.2 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 [word said to be illegible] 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. There was a younger brother of the Squibes made himself very conspicuous after the ladies had retired from the supper table by giving Mater [word illegible]. Mr. Redhall said he did not understand any thing but plain English, whereat Rice egged the young fool to say the word plainly out, after which there was an enquiry as to the derivation of the word..... while

1 It was not by Miss Bessy Kent (Hunt's sister-in-law) but by Shelley, "E. K." standing for "Elfin Knight."

2 Tom Jones, Book ix, Chapter 6.

two parsons and grammarians were sitting together and settling the matter, Wm. Squibes interrupting said a very good thing, Gentlemen, says he, I have always understood it to be a root and not a derivative . . .

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 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 Cripps, 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,

1

John.

P.S. I had not opened the "Champion" before. I found both my articles in it.

1 Princess Charlotte died on the 6th of November 1817.

My dear Taylor

XXVII.

To JOHN TAYlor.

Saturday morning

[Postmark, 10 January 1818.]

Several things have kept me from you lately:

first you had got into a little hell, which I was not anxious to reconnoitre-secondly, I have made a vow not to call again without my first book: so you may expect to see me in four days. Thirdly, I have been racketing too much, and do not feel over well. I have seen Wordsworth frequently-Dined with him last Monday-Reynolds, I suppose you have seen. Just scribble me thus many lines to let me know you are in the land of the living, and well. Remember me to the Fleet Street Household-and should you see any from Percy Street, give my kindest regards to them.

Your sincere friend John Keats

XXVIII.

TO BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON.

Saturday Morn.

My dear Haydon,

[Postmark, Hampstead 10 January 1818.]

I should have seen you ere this, but on account of my sister being in Town: so that when I have sometimes made ten paces towards you, Fanny has called me into the City; and the Christmas Holydays are your

only time to see Sisters, that is if they are so situated as mine. I will be with you early next week-to-night it should be, but we have a sort of a Club every Saturday evening-to-morrow, but I have on that day. an insuperable engagement. Cripps has been down to me, and appears sensible that a binding to you. would be of the greatest advantage to him—if such a thing be done it cannot be before 150 or 200£ are secured in subscriptions to him. I will write to Bailey about it, give a Copy of the Subscribers' names to every one I know who is likely to get a 5£ for him. I will leave a Copy at Taylor and Hessey's, Rodwell and Martin, and will ask Kingston and Co. to cash up.

Your friendship for me is now getting into its teensand I feel the past. Also every day older I get-the greater is my idea of your achievements in Art: and I am convinced that there are three things to rejoice at in this Age-The Excursion, Your Pictures, and Hazlitt's depth of Taste.

I am certain, I think, of having a letter to-morrow morning; for I expected one so much this morning, having been in town two days, at the end of which my expectations began to get up a little. I found two on the table, one from Bailey and one from Haydon. I am