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Lord Byron to Thomas Moore, 22 February 1821
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LETTER CCCCXIV.
TO MR. MOORE.
“Ravenna, February 22d, 1821.

“As I wish the soul of the late Antoine Galignani to rest in peace (you will have read his death, published by himself, in his own newspaper), you are requested particularly to inform his children and heirs, that of their ‘Literary Gazette,’ to which I subscribed more than two months ago, I have only received one number, notwithstanding I have written to them repeatedly. If they have no regard for me, a subscriber, they ought to have some for their deceased parent, who is undoubtedly no better off in his present residence for this total want of attention. If not, let me have my francs. They were paid by Missiaglia, the Wene-

* To the above letter, which was published at the time, Mr. Turner wrote a reply, but, for reasons stated by himself, did not print it. At his request, I give insertion to his paper in the Appendix.

452 NOTICES OF THE A. D. 1821.
tian bookseller. You may also hint to them that when a gentleman writes a letter, it is usual to send an answer. If not, I shall make them ‘a speech,’ which will comprise an eulogy on the deceased.

“We are here full of war, and within two days of the seat of it, expecting intelligence momently. We shall now see if our Italian friends are good for any thing but ‘shooting round a corner’ like the Irishman’s gun. Excuse haste,—I write with my spurs putting on. My horses are at the door, and an Italian Count waiting to accompany me in my ride.

“Yours, &c.

“P.S. Pray, amongst my letters, did you get one detailing the death of the commandant here? He was killed near my door, and died in my house.

BOWLES AND CAMPBELL.
To the air of ‘How now, Madame Flirt,’ in the Beggars’ Opera.
Bowles.
“Why, how now, saucy Tom,
If you thus must ramble,
I will publish some
Remarks on Mr. Campbell.
Campbell.
“Why, how now, Billy Bowles,
&c. &c. &c.”