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Lord Byron to John Murray, 27 January 1821
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LETTER CCCCX.
TO MR. MURRAY.
“Ravenna, January 27th, 1821.

“I differ from you about the Dante, which I think should be published with the tragedy. But do as you please: you must be the best judge of your own craft. I agree with you about the title. The play may be good or bad, but I flatter myself that it is original as a picture of that kind of passion, which to my mind is so natural, that I am convinced that I should have done precisely what the Doge did on those provocations.

“I am glad of Foscolo’s approbation.

“Excuse haste. I believe I mentioned to you that—I forget what it was; but no matter.

“Thanks for your compliments of the year. I hope that it will be pleasanter than the last. I speak with reference to England only, as far as regards myself, where I had every kind of disappointment—lost an important lawsuit—and the trustees of Lady Byron refusing to allow of an advantageous loan to be made from my property to Lord Blessington, &c. &c., by way of closing the four seasons. These, and a hundred other such things, made a year of bitter business for me in England. Luckily, things were a little pleasanter for me here, else I should have taken the liberty of Hannibal’s ring.

444 NOTICES OF THE A. D. 1821.

“Pray thank Gifford for all his goodnesses. The winter is as cold here as Parry’s polarities. I must now take a canter in the forest; my horses are waiting.

“Yours ever and truly.”