From 19th April to 27th September 1811 Coleridge (_Essays on his Own Times_, 733-938) was busy contributing articles again to _The Courier_ on all subjects of the day, their irony as bright, their imagery as fresh, their philosophy as sound as anything he had formerly written. But Coleridge ceased to write for _The Courier_ when he discovered that it was not an independent paper. An article on the Duke of York written by Coleridge, after having been set up in type, was suppressed, at the instigation of the Government. He wrote to Beaumont on 7th December 1811: "I have not been at _The Courier_ office for some months past. I detest writing politics even on the right side; and when I discovered that _The Courier_ was not the independent paper I had been led to believe, and had myself over and over again asserted, I wrote no more for it.... I will write for the _Permanent_, or not at all." (Coleorton _Memorials_ ii, 162, 7th December 1811.) During the winter of 1811-12 Coleridge did something for the _Permanent_ in the shape of a new course of Lectures on Shakespeare. The course lasted from the beginning of November 1811 to 28th January 1812. The Lectures are published in T. Ashe's edition (Bohn Library, pp. 33-165). The finest of the Lectures is No. IX, given on 16th December 1811. The Lectures were delivered at the London Philosophical Society's Rooms, Fetter Lane, and were attended, according to Henry Crabb Robinson, by enthusiastic audiences; and the course closed with _éclat_. On one occasion Rogers and Byron were present. The following letter to Dr. Andrew Bell, whom, it will be remembered, he corresponded with while he was giving his first course, is a characteristic bit of Coleridge's application of the Law of Association. LETTER 149. TO DR. ANDREW BELL (Southey's _Life of Bell_, ii, 645) Mr. Pople's, 67 Chancery Lane Holborn, 30 November 1811. My Dear Sir, The room I lecture in is very comfortable, and of a grave academic appearance; the company highly respectable, though (unluckily) rather scanty; but the entrance, which is under a short passage from Fetter Lane, some thirty doors or more from Fleet Street, is disagreeable even to foot-comers, and far more so to carriages, from the narrowness and bendings of the lane. This, and in truth, the very name of _Fetter_ Lane, renowned exclusively for pork and sausages, have told against me; and I pay an exorbitant price in proportion to the receipts. I should doubtless feel myself honoured by your attendance on some one night; but such is your distance, and such is the weather, that I scarce dare _wish_ it, much less ask or expect it.