have been very romantic indeed among these Mountains and Lakes. I have got wet through, day after day--eaten oat-cake, and drank Whisky--walked up to my knees in Bog--got a sore throat--gone to see Icolmkill and Staffa; met with wholesome food just here and there as it happened--went up Ben Nevis, and--_N.B._, came down again. Sometimes when I am rather tired I lean rather languishingly on a rock, and long for some famous Beauty to get down from her Palfrey in passing, approach me, with--her saddle-bags, and give me--a dozen or two capital roastbeef Sandwiches. When I come into a large town, you know there is no putting one's Knapsack into one's fob, so the people stare. We have been taken for Spectacle-vendors, Razor-sellers, Jewellers, travelling linendrapers, Spies, Excisemen, and many things I have no idea of. When I asked for letters at Port Patrick, the man asked what regiment? I have had a peep also at little Ireland. Tell Henry I have not camped quite on the bare Earth yet, but nearly as bad, in walking through Mull, for the Shepherds' huts you can scarcely breathe in, for the Smoke which they seem to endeavour to preserve for smoking on a large scale. Besides riding about 400, we have walked above 600 Miles, and may therefore reckon ourselves as set out. I assure you, my dear Madam, that one of the greatest pleasures I shall have on my return, will be seeing you, and that I shall ever be Yours, with the greatest respect and sincerity, JOHN KEATS. LXVI.--TO FANNY KEATS. Hampstead, August 18 [1818].