given the features as well as complexion of a negro. Poor Augusta
is not less, but rather more, shocked than myself, and says 'people
seem to have lost their recollection strangely' when they engraved
such a 'blackamoor.' Pray don't seal (at least to me) with such a
caricature of the human numskull altogether; and if you don't break
the seal-cutter's head, at least crack his libel (or likeness, if
it should be a likeness) of mine.

"Mr. Kinnaird is not yet arrived, but expected. He has lost by the
way all the tooth-powder, as a letter from Spa informs me.

"By Mr. Rose I received safely, though tardily, magnesia and
tooth-powder, and * * * *. Why do you send me such trash--worse
than trash, the Sublime of Mediocrity? Thanks for Lalla, however,
which is good; and thanks for the Edinburgh and Quarterly, both
very amusing and well-written. Paris in 1815, &c.--good. Modern
Greece--good for nothing; written by some one who has never been
there, and not being able to manage the Spenser stanza, has
invented a thing of his own, consisting of two elegiac stanzas, an
heroic line, and an Alexandrine, twisted on a string. Besides, why
'_modern_?' You may say _modern Greeks_, but surely _Greece_ itself
is rather more ancient than ever it was. Now for business.

"You offer 1500 guineas for the new Canto: I won't take it. I ask
two thousand five hundred guineas for it, which you will either
give or not, as you think proper. It concludes the poem, and
consists of 144 stanzas. The notes are numerous, and chiefly
written by Mr. Hobhouse, whose researches have been indefatigable;
and who, I will venture to say, has more real knowledge of Rome and
its environs than any Englishman who has been there since Gibbon.