"The Ferrara story is of a piece with all the rest of the Venetian manufacture,--you may judge. I only changed horses there since I wrote to you, after my visit in June last. '_Convent_' and '_carry off_', quotha! and '_girl_.' I should like to know _who_ has been carried off, except poor dear _me_. I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war; but as to the arrest and its causes, one is as true as the other, and I can account for the invention of neither. I suppose it is some confusion of the tale of the F * * and of Me. Guiccioli, and half a dozen more; but it is useless to unravel the web, when one has only to brush it away. I shall settle with Master E. who looks very blue at your _in-decision_, and swears that he is the best arithmetician in Europe; and so I think also, for he makes out two and two to be five. "You may see me next week. I have a horse or two more (five in all), and I shall repossess myself of Lido, and I will rise earlier, and we will go and shake our livers over the beach, as heretofore, if you like--and we will make the Adriatic roar again with our hatred of that now empty oyster-shell, without its pearl, the city of Venice. "Murray sent me a letter yesterday: the impostors have published _two_ new _third_ Cantos of _Don Juan_;--the devil take the impudence of some blackguard bookseller or other _therefor_! Perhaps I did not make myself understood; he told me the sale had been great, 1200 out of 1500 quarto, I believe (which is nothing after selling 13,000 of the Corsair in one day); but that the 'best judges,' &c. had said it was very fine, and clever, and particularly good English, and poetry, and all those consolatory things, which are not, however, worth a single copy to a bookseller: and as to the author, of course I am in a d----ned passion at the bad taste of the times, and swear there is nothing like posterity, who, of course, must know more of the matter than their grandfathers. There has been an eleventh commandment to the women not to read it, and, what is still more extraordinary, they seem not to have broken it. But that can be of little import to them, poor things, for the reading or non-reading a book will never * * * *. "Count G. comes to Venice next week, and I am requested to consign his wife to him, which shall be done. What you say of the long evenings at the Mira, or Venice, reminds me of what Curran said to Moore:--'So I hear you have married a pretty woman, and a very good creature, too--an excellent creature. Pray--um! _how do you pass your evenings?_' It is a devil of a question that, and perhaps as easy to answer with a wife as with a mistress.