BY THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.
IN SIX VOLUMES.—VOL. VI.
NEW EDITION.
1854.
"Genoa, February 20. 1823.
"My Dear Tom,
"I must again refer you to those two letters addressed to you at Passy before I read your speech in Galignani, &c., and which you do not seem to have received.[1]
[Footnote 1: I was never lucky enough to recover these two letters, though frequent enquiries were made about them at the French post-office.]
"Of Hunt I see little—once a month or so, and then on his own business, generally. You may easily suppose that I know too little of Hampstead and his satellites to have much communion or community with him. My whole present relation to him arose from Shelley's unexpected wreck. You would not have had me leave him in the street with his family, would you? and as to the other plan you mention, you forget how it would humiliate him—that his writings should be supposed to be dead 002 weight![1] Think a moment—he is perhaps the vainest man on earth, at least his own friends say so pretty loudly; and if he were in other circumstances, I might be tempted to take him down a peg; but not now,—it would be cruel. It is a cursed business; but neither the motive nor the means rest upon my conscience, and it happens that he and his brother have been so far benefited by the publication in a pecuniary point of view. His brother is a steady, bold fellow, such as Prynne, for example, and full of moral, and, I hear, physical courage.
[Footnote 1: The passage in one of my letters to which he here refers shall be given presently.]