Was not Iago perfection? particularly the last look. I was close to him (in the orchestra), and never saw an English countenance half so expressive. I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting; and, as it is fitting there should be good plays, now and then, besides Shakspeare’s, I wish you or Campbell would write one:—the rest of ‘us youth’ have not heart enough.
“You were cut up in the Champion—is it not so? this day, so am I—even to shocking the editor. The critic writes well; and as, at present, poesy is not my passion predominant, and my snake of Aaron has swallowed up all the other serpents, I don’t feel fractious. I send you the paper, which I mean to take in for the future. We go to M.’s together. Perhaps I shall see you before, but don’t let me bore you, now nor ever.
“Ever, as now, truly and affectionately, &c.”
