the permits to you, and in so doing I wash my hands of the business altogether.  I sign them merely to enable you to exert the power you justly possess more properly.  I will have nothing to do with it farther, except, in my answer to Mr. Galignani, to state that the letters, &c. &c. are sent to you, and the causes thereof.

     “If you can check these foreign pirates, do; if not, 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 Queen’s men at bottom.  But there is no resisting a clinch—­it is so clever!