I half caught from Lamb that you had written to Wordsworth, with a wish that he should versify some tale or other, and that Wordsworth had declined it. I told dear Miss Lamb that I had formed a complete plan of a poem, with little plates for children, the _first_ thought, but that alone, taken from Gessner's _First Mariner_; and this thought, I have reason to believe, was not an invention of Gessner's. It is this--that in early times, in some island or part of the Continent, the ocean had rushed in, overflowing a vast plain of twenty or thirty miles, and thereby _insulating_ one small promontory or cape of high land, on which was a cottage, containing a man and his wife, and an infant daughter. This is the _one_ thought; all that Gessner has made out of it--(and I once translated into blank verse about half of the poem, but gave it up under the influence of a double disgust, moral and poetical)--I have rejected; and, strictly speaking, the tale in all its parts, that one idea excepted, would be original. The tale will contain the cause, the occasions, the process, with all its failures and ultimate success, of the construction of the first boat, and of the undertaking of the first naval expedition. Now, supposing you liked the idea (I address you and Mrs. G., and as _commerciants_, not you as the philosopher who gave us the first system in England that ever dared reveal at full that most important of all important truths, that morality might be built on its own foundation, like a castle built _from_ the rock and _on_ the rock, with religion for the ornaments and completion of its roof and upper stories--nor as the critic who, in the life of Chaucer, has given us, if not principles of _æsthetic_ or taste, yet more and better data for principles than had hitherto existed in our language)if we pulling like two friendly tradesmen together, (for you and your wife _must_ be one flesh, and I trust _are_ one heart) you approve of the plan, the next question is, Whether it should be written in prose or in verse, and if the latter, in what metre--stanzas, or eight-syllable iambics with rhymes (for in rhyme it must be), now in couplets and now in quatrains, in the manner of Cooper's admirable translation of the _Vert-Vert_ of Gresset. (N.B. not _the_ Cowper). Another thought has struck me within the last month, of a school-book in two octavo volumes, of Lives in the manner of Plutarch--not, indeed, of comparing and coupling Greek with Roman, Dion with Brutus, and Cato with Aristides, of placing ancient and modern together: Numa with Alfred, Cicero with Bacon, Hannibal with Gustavus Adolphus, and Julius Cæsar with Buonaparte--or what perhaps might be at once more interesting and more instructive, a series of lives, from Moses to Buonaparte, of all those great men, who in states or in the mind of man had produced great revolutions, the effects of which still remain, and are more or less distant causes of the present state of the world.