To come down to very little, from once great, Things--I don't know if it's your coming home, or my being better this Winter, or what: but I have caught up a long ago begun Version of my dear old _Magico_, and have so recast it that scarce a Plank remains of the original! Pretty impudence: and yet all done to conciliate English, or modern, Sympathy. This I sha'n't publish: so say (pray!) nothing of it at all--remember--only I shall print some Copies for you and one or two more: and you and Elizabeth will like it a great deal too much. There is really very great Skill in the Adaptation, and Remodelling of it. By the bye, would you translate _Demonio_, _Lucifer_, or _Satan_? One of the two I take. I cut out all the precioso very ingeniously: and give all the Mountain-moving, etc., in the second Act without Stage direction, so as it may seem to pass only in the dazzled Eyes, or Fantasy, of Cyprian. All this is really a very difficult Job to me; not worth the Candle, I dare say: only that you two will be pleased. I also increase the religious Element in the Drama; and make Cyprian outwit the Devil more cleverly than he now does; for the Devil was certainly too clever to be caught in his own Art. _That_ was very good Fun for an Autodafe Audience, however. But please say nothing of this to any one. I should like to take up the Vida es Sueno too in the same manner; but these plays are more difficult than all the others put together: and I have no spur now. How would you translate Pliny's 'Quisquis est Deus, et quacumque in parte, totus est Sensus, totus Visus, totus Auditus, totus Animae, totus Animi, totus Sui?' {61} This Passage is alluded to by Calderon; but, in the manner of our old Playwrights, I quote it in the Latin and translate. I want to know by you if I have done it sufficiently; and I don't send you mine, in order that you may send me your Version freely. Now, Good Bye: I suppose it's this rainy Day that draws out this, with several other Letters, that had waited some while to be written. Yours ever E. F. G. _To R. C. Trench_. MARKET HILL: WOODBRIDGE. _February_ 25/65. MY DEAR LORD,