There has been a flaming attack upon Hunt in the E_n_dinburgh Magazine. I never read anything so virulent--accusing him of the greatest Crimes, depreciating his Wife, his Poetry, his Habits, his Company, his Conversation. These Philippics are to come out in numbers--called "the Cockney School of Poetry." There has been but one number published--that on Hunt--to which they have prefixed a motto from one Cornelius Webb Poetaster--who unfortunately was of our party occasionally at Hampstead and took it into his head to write the following,--something about "we'll talk on Wordsworth, Byron, a theme we never tire on;" and so forth till he comes to Hunt and Keats. In the Motto they have put Hunt and Keats in large letters--I have no doubt that the second number was intended for me: but have hopes of its non-appearance, from the following Advertisement in last Sunday's Examiner:--"To Z.--The Writer of the Article signed Z., in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine for October 1817 is invited to send his address to the printer of the Examiner, in order that Justice may be Executed on the proper person." I don't mind the thing much--but if he should go to such lengths with me as he has done with Hunt, I must infallibly call him to an Account if he be a human being, and appears in Squares and Theatres, where we might possibly meet--I don't relish his abuse.... XXI.--TO CHARLES WENTWORTH DILKE. [Hampstead, November 1817.] My dear Dilke--Mrs. Dilke or Mr. Wm. Dilke, whoever of you shall receive this present, have the kindness to send pr. bearer Sibylline Leaves, and your petitioner shall ever pray as in duty bound. Given under my hand this Wednesday morning of Novr. 1817. JOHN KEATS. Vivant Rex et Regina--amen. XXII.--TO BENJAMIN BAILEY. [Burford Bridge, November 22, 1817.]