&c. &c. by way of closing the four seasons.  These, and a hundred other such things, made a year of bitter business for me in England.  Luckily, things were a little pleasanter for me here, else I should have taken the liberty of Hannibal’s ring.

     “Pray thank Gifford for all his goodnesses.  The winter is as cold
     here as Parry’s polarities.  I must now take a canter in the forest;
     my horses are waiting.

     “Yours ever and truly.”

* * * * *

LETTER 411.  TO MR. MURRAY.

     “Ravenna, February 2. 1821.

“Your letter of excuses has arrived.  I receive the letter, but do not admit the excuses, except in courtesy; as when a man treads on your toes and begs your pardon, the pardon is granted, but the joint aches, especially if there be a corn upon it.  However, I shall scold you presently.

     “In the last speech of the Doge, there occurs (I think, from
     memory) the phrase

        “‘And Thou who makest and unmakest suns:’ 

     change this to

        “’And Thou who kindlest and who quenchest suns;

that is to say, if the verse runs equally well, and Mr. Gifford thinks the expression improved.  Pray have the bounty to attend to this.  You are grown quite a minister of state.  Mind if some of these days you are not thrown out. * * will not be always a Tory, though Johnson says the first Whig was the devil.

“You have learnt one secret from Mr. Galignani’s (somewhat tardily acknowledged) correspondence:  this is, that an English author may dispose of his exclusive copyright in France—­a fact of some consequence (in time of peace), in the case of a popular writer.  Now I will tell you what you shall do, and take no advantage of you, though you were scurvy enough never to acknowledge my letter for three months.  Offer Galignani the refusal of the copyright in France; if he refuses, appoint any bookseller in France you please, and I will sign any assignment you please, and it shall never cost you a sou on my account.

“Recollect that I will have nothing to do with it, except as far as it may secure the copyright to yourself.  I will have no bargain but with the English booksellers, and I desire no interest out of that country.

“Now, that’s fair and open, and a little handsomer than your dodging silence, to see what would come of it.  You are an excellent fellow, mio caro Moray, but there is still a little leaven of Fleet Street about you now and then—­a crum of the old loaf.  You have no right to act suspiciously with me, for I have given you no reason.  I shall always be frank with you; as, for instance, whenever you talk with the votaries of Apollo arithmetically, it should be in guineas, not pounds—­to poets, as well as physicians, and bidders at auctions.

     “I shall say no more at this present, save that I am,