than his whole multitudinous Body. Give my love to Mrs. Allsop, and tell her I will try to deserve hers. Ever and ever God bless you, my dearest friend. S. T. COLERIDGE. T. Allsop, Esq. * * * * * "The letter here alluded to," says Allsop, "is a most delightful communication from Charles Lamb; which, with the hints thrown out by Manning, as to the probable origin of roast meat, were afterwards interwoven into that paper on _Roast Pig_, one of the best of Lamb's productions." 9 Mch. 1822. Dear C., It gives me great satisfaction to hear that the Pig turned out so well--they are interesting creatures at a certain age. What a pity such buds should blow out into the maturity of rank bacon! You had all some of the crackling--and brain sauce--did you remember to rub it with butter, and gently dredge it a little, just before the crisis? Did the eyes come away kindly with no Œdipean avulsion?--was the crackling the colour of the ripe pomegranate?--had you no damned complement of boiled neck of mutton before it to blunt the edge of delicate desire?--did you flesh maiden teeth in it? Not that I sent the Pig, or can form the remotest guess what part Owen (our landlord) could play in the business. I never knew him give any thing away in his life--he would not begin with strangers. I suspect the Pig after all was meant for me--but at the unlucky juncture of time being absent, the present, somehow, went round to Highgate.