“I have got the sketch and extracts from Lalla Rookh—which I humbly suspect will knock up * *, and show young gentlemen that something more than having been across a camel’s hump is necessary to write a good oriental tale. The plan, as well as the extracts I have seen, please me very much indeed, and I feel impatient for the whole.
“With regard to the critique on ‘Manfred,’ you have been in such a devil of a hurry that you have only sent me the half: it breaks off at page 294. Send me the rest; and also page 270, where there is ‘an account of the supposed origin of this dreadful story,’—in which, by the way, whatever it may be, the conjecturer is out, and knows nothing of the matter. I had a better origin than he can devise or divine, for the soul of him.
“You say nothing of Manfred’s luck in the world; and I care not. He is one of the best of my misbegotten, say what they will.
“I got at last an extract, but no parcels. They will come, I suppose, some time or other. I am come up to Venice for a day or two to bathe, and am just going to take a swim in the Adriatic; so, good evening—the post waits.
“P.S. Pray, was Manfred’s speech to the Sun still retained in Act Third? I hope so: it was one of the best in the thing, and better than the Colosseum. I have done fifty-six of Canto Fourth, Childe Harold; so down with your ducats.”
