“The Ferrara story is of a piece with all the rest of the
Venetian manufacture,—you may judge I only changed horses there since I wrote to you,
after my visit in June last. ‘Convent,’ and
‘carry off,’ quotha! and ‘girl.’ I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear
me. I have been more ravished myself than any body since the Trojan war; but as to the
arrest, and its causes, one is as true as the other, and I can account for the invention
of neither. I suppose it is some confusion of the tale of the F * * and of Me. Guiccioli, and half a dozen more; but it is
useless to unravel the web, when one has only to brush it away. I shall settle with
Master E., who looks very
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“You may see me next week. I have a horse or two more (five in all), and I shall repossess myself of Lido, and I will rise earlier, and we will go and shake our livers over the beach, as heretofore, if you like—and we will make the Adriatic roar again with our hatred of that now empty oyster-shell, without its pearl, the city of Venice.
“Murray sent me a letter yesterday: the impostors have published two new Third Cantos of Don Juan:—the devil take the impudence of some blackguard bookseller or other therfor! Perhaps I did not make myself understood; he told me the sale had been great, 1200 out of 1500 quarto, I believe, (which is nothing after selling 13,000 of the Corsair in one day); but that the ‘best judges, &c.’ had said it was very fine, and clever, and particularly good English, and poetry, and all those consolatory things, which are not, however, worth a single copy to a bookseller: and as to the author, of course I am in a d—ned passion at the bad taste of the times, and swear there is nothing like posterity, who, of course, must know more of the matter than their grandfathers. There has been an eleventh commandment to the women not to read it, and what is still more extraordinary, they seem not to have broken it. But that can be of little import to them, poor things, for the reading or non-reading a book will never * * * *.
“Count G. comes to Venice next week, and I am requested to consign his wife to him, which shall be done. * * *. What you say of the long evenings at the Mira, or Venice, reminds me of what Curran said to Moore:—‘So I hear you have married a pretty woman, and a very good creature, too—an excellent creature. Pray—um!—how do you pass your evenings?’ It is a devil of a question that, and perhaps as easy to answer with a wife as with a mistress.
“If you go to Milan, pray leave at least a Vice-Consul—the only vice that will ever be wanting in Venice. D’Orville
is a good fellow. But you shall go to England in the spring with me, and plant Mrs. Hoppner at Berne with her relations for a few
months. I wish you had
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“So Madame Albrizzi’s death is in danger—poor woman! * * * * * * * * * * Moore told me that at Geneva they had made a devil of a story of the Fornaretta:—‘Young lady seduced!—subsequent abandonment!—leap into the Grand Canal!’—and her being in the hospital of fous in consequence!’ I should like to know who was nearest being made ‘fou,’ and be d——d to them! Don’t you think me in the interesting character of a very ill-used gentleman? I hope your little boy is well. Allegrina is flourishing like a pomegranate blossom.
