These are specimens of a sort of rondeau which I think I shall become partial to--because you have one idea amplified with greater ease and more delight and freedom than in the sonnet. It is my intention to wait a few years before I publish any minor poems--and then I hope to have a volume of some worth--and which those people will relish who cannot bear the burthen of a long poem. In my journal I intend to copy the poems I write the days they are written--There is just room, I see, in this page to copy a little thing I wrote off to some Music as it was playing-- I had a dove and the sweet dove died, And I have thought it died of grieving: O what could it mourn for? it was tied With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving. Sweet little red-feet why did you die? Why would you leave me--sweet dove why? You lived alone on the forest tree. Why pretty thing could you not live with me? I kissed you oft and I gave you white peas. Why not live sweetly as in the green trees? Sunday [January 3]. I have been dining with Dilke to-day--He is up to his Ears in Walpole's letters. Mr. Manker is there, and I have come round to see if I can conjure up anything for you. Kirkman came down to see me this morning--his family has been very badly off lately. He told me of a villainous trick of his Uncle William in Newgate Street, who became sole Creditor to his father under pretence of serving him, and put an execution on his own Sister's goods. He went in to the family at Portsmouth; conversed with them, went out and sent in the Sherriff's officer. He tells me too of abominable behaviour of Archer to Caroline Mathew--Archer has lived nearly at the Mathews these two years; he has been amusing Caroline--and now he has written a Letter to Mrs. M. declining, on pretence of inability to support a wife as he would wish, all thoughts of marriage. What is the worst is Caroline is 27 years old. It is an abominable matter. He has called upon me twice lately--I was out both times. What can it be for?--There is a letter to-day in the Examiner to the Electors of Westminster on Mr. Hobhouse's account. In it there is a good character of Cobbett--I have not the paper by me or I would copy it. I do not think I have mentioned the discovery of an African Kingdom--the account is much the same as the first accounts of Mexico--all magnificence--There is a Book being written about it. I will read it and give you the cream in my next. The romance we have heard upon it runs thus: They have window frames of gold--100,000 infantry--human sacrifices. The Gentleman who is the Adventurer has his wife with him--she, I am told, is a beautiful little sylphid woman--her husband was to have been sacrificed to their Gods and was led through a Chamber filled with different instruments of torture with privilege to choose what death he would die, without their having a thought of his aversion to such a death, they considering it a supreme distinction.