“To shew more kindness, we defy
     All nations and all ages,
  And quite prefer your company
     To all the seven sages. 
  Then hasten home, oh, haste away! 
    And lengthen not your stages;
  We then will sing, and dance and play,
    And quit awhile our cages.”

She had now taken rank as a popular writer, and thought herself entitled to use corresponding language to her publisher: 

“MR. CADELL,—­Sir, this is a letter of business.  I have finished the book of observations and reflections made in the course of my journey thro’ France, Italy, and Germany, and if you have a mind to purchase the MS. I make you the first offer of it.  Here, if complaints had any connection with business, I would invent a thousand, and they should be very kind ones too; but it is better to tell you the size and price of the book.  My calculations bring it to a thousand pages of letter-press like Dr. Moore’s; or you might print it in three small volumes, to go with the ‘Anecdotes.’  Be that as it will, the price, at a word (as the advertisers say of their horse), is 500 guineas and twelve copies to give away, though I will not, like them, warrant it free from blemishes.  No creature has looked over the papers but Lord Huntingdon, and he likes them exceedingly.  Direct your answer here, if you write immediately; if not, send the letter under cover to Mrs. Lewis, London Street, Reading, Berks; and believe me, dear Sir, your faithful humble servant,

  “H.  L. PIOZZI.

  “Bennet Street, Bath,
  Friday, Nov. 14th, 1788.”

Whether these terms were accepted, does not appear; but in Dec. 1789 she published (Cadell and Strahan) “Observations and Reflections made in the course of a Journey through France, Italy, and Germany,” in two volumes octavo of about 400 pages each.  As happened to almost everything she did or wrote, this book, which she calls the “Travel-book,” was by turns assailed with inveterate hostility and praised with animated zeal.  It would seem that sustained calumny had seasoned her against the malevolence of criticism.  On the passage in Johnson’s letter to T. Warton, “I am little afraid for myself,” her comment is:  “That is just what I feel when insulted, not about literary though, but social quarrels.  The others are not worth a thought.”  In “Thraliana,” Dec. 30th, 1789, she writes:  “I think my Observations and Reflexions in Italy, &c., have been, upon the whole, exceedingly well liked, and much read.”

Walpole writes to Mrs. Carter, June 13th, 1789: 

“I do not mean to misemploy much of your time, which I know is always passed in good works, and usefully.  You have, therefore, probably not looked into Piozzi’s Travels.  I, who have been almost six weeks lying on a couch, have gone through them.  It was said that Addison might have written his without going out of England.  By the excessive vulgarisms so plentiful in these volumes, one might suppose the