"Will you do what you can in looking out for a couple of houses _furnished_, and conferring with Hentsch for us? We care nothing about society, and are only anxious for a temporary and tranquil asylum and individual freedom. "Believe me, &c. "P.S. Can you give me an idea of the comparative expenses of Switzerland and Italy? which I have forgotten. I speak merely of those of decent _living, horses_, &c. and not of luxuries or high living. Do _not_, however, decide any thing positively till I have your answer, as I can then know how to think upon these topics of transmigration, &c. &c. &c." * * * * * LETTER 441. TO MR. MURRAY. "Ravenna, July 30. 1821. "Enclosed is the best account of the Doge Faliero, which was only sent to me from an old MS. the other day. Get it translated, and append it as a note to the next edition. You will perhaps be pleased to see that my conceptions of his character were correct, though I regret not having met with this extract before. You will perceive that he himself said exactly what he is made to say about the Bishop of Treviso. You will see also that' he spoke very little, and those only words of rage and disdain,' _after_ his arrest, which is the case in the play, except when he breaks out at the close of Act Fifth. But his speech to the conspirators is better in the MS. than in the play. I wish that I had met with it in time. Do not forget this note, with a translation. "In a former note to the Juans, speaking of Voltaire, I have quoted his famous 'Zaire, tu pleures,' which is an error; it should be 'Zaire, _vous pleures_.' Recollect this. "I am so busy here about those poor proscribed exiles, who are scattered about, and with trying to get some of them recalled, that I have hardly time or patience to write a short preface, which will be proper for the two plays. However, I will make it out on receiving the next proofs. "Yours ever, &c. "P.S. Please to append the letter about _the Hellespont_ as a note to your next opportunity of the verses on Leander, &c. &c. &c. in Childe Harold. Don't forget it amidst your multitudinous avocations, which I think of celebrating in a Dithyrambic Ode to Albemarle Street. "Are you aware that Shelley has written an Elegy on Keats, and accuses the Quarterly of killing him? "'Who kill'd John Keats?" 'I,' says the Quarterly, So savage and Tartarly; 'Twas one of my feats.' "'Who shot the arrow?' The poet-priest Milman (So ready to kill man), Or Southey or Barrow.'