"I knew that Waite had married, but little thought that the other decease was so soon to overtake him. Then he was such a delight, such a coxcomb, such a jewel of a man! There is a tailor at Bologna so like him! and also at the top of his profession. Do not neglect this commission. _Who_ or _what_ can replace him? What says the public? "I remand you the Preface. _Don't forget_ that the Italian extract from the Chronicle must _be translated_. With regard to what you say of retouching the Juans and the Hints, it is all very well; but I can't _furbish_. I am like the tiger (in poesy), if I miss the first spring, I go growling back to my jungle. There is no second; I can't correct; I can't, and I won't. Nobody ever succeeds in it, great or small. Tasso remade the whole of his Jerusalem; but who ever reads that version? all the world goes to the first. Pope _added_ to 'The Rape of the Lock,' but did not reduce it. You must take my things as they happen to be. If they are not likely to suit, reduce their _estimate_ accordingly. I would rather give them away than hack and hew them. I don't say that you are not right: I merely repeat that I cannot better them. I must 'either make a spoon, or spoil a horn;' and there's an end. "Yours. "P.S. Of the praises of that little * * * Keats. I shall observe as Johnson did when Sheridan the actor got a _pension_: 'What! has _he_ got a pension? Then it is time that I should give up _mine_!' Nobody could be prouder of the praise of the Edinburgh than I was, or more alive to their censure, as I showed in English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. At present _all the men_ they have ever praised are degraded by that insane article. Why don't they review and praise 'Solomon's Guide to Health?' it is better sense and as much poetry as Johnny Keats. "Bowles must be _bowled_ down. 'Tis a sad match at cricket if he can get any notches at Pope's expense. If he once get into '_Lord's_ ground,' (to continue the pun, because it is foolish,) I think I could beat him in one innings. You did not know, perhaps, that I was once (_not metaphorically_, but _really_,) a good cricketer, particularly in _batting_, and I played in the Harrow match against the Etonians in 1805, gaining more notches (as one of our chosen eleven) than any, except Lord Ipswich and Brookman, on our side." [Footnote 12: A celebrated hair-dresser.] * * * * * LETTER 400. TO MR. MURRAY. "Ravenna, 9bre 23°, 1820.