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
Queen's men at bottom. But there is no resisting a clinch--it is so
clever! Apropos of that--we have a 'diphthong' also in this part of
the world--not a _Greek_, but a _Spanish_ one--do you understand
me?--which is about to blow up the whole alphabet. It was first
pronounced at Naples, and is spreading; but we are nearer the
Barbarians; who are in great force on the Po, and will pass it,
with the first legitimate pretext.

"There will be the devil to pay, and there is no saying who will or
who will not be set down in his bill. If 'honour should come
unlooked for' to any of your acquaintance, make a Melody of it,
that his ghost, like poor Yorick's, may have the satisfaction of
being plaintively pitied--or still more nobly commemorated, like
'Oh breathe not his name.' In case you should not think him worth
it, here is a Chant for you instead--

"When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,