I send, as you were so good as to desire me to do, a list—as well as I could make it out—of my articles in the Q. R., being exactly as I reckon, 99 in the first hundred numbers. There are now, I believe, 115, which will make about four volumes of my works, and certainly the most valuable part of that respectable collection, if ever such a collection be made; for I have been so long dawdling about it, that I am grown more indifferent than ever. Your offer to give me the missing, or rather wanted, articles has revived my spirit of authorship. I am going to cut up ‘The Georgian Era’* for you—rare game; but I know not what else to do. If ‘Robespierre’ does not arrive in time, I think I shall try ‘Mirabeau’—but what else? There seems a dearth of matter.
