The Literary Fund--My garret in Holborn--Decline in health--Visit to the doctors--Emigrants in London--Peltier--Literary labours--My friendship with Hingant--Our excursions--A night in Westminster Abbey--Distress--Unexpected succour--Lodging overlooking a cemetery--New companions in misfortune--Our pleasures--My cousin de La Boüétardais--A sumptuous rout--I come to the end of my forty crowns--Renewed distress--Table d'hôte--Bishops-Dinner at the London Tavern--The Camden Manuscripts--My work in the country--Death of my brother--Misfortunes of my family--Two Frances--Letters from Hingant--Charlotte--I return to London--An extraordinary meeting--A defect in my character--The _Essai historique sur les révolutions_--Its effect--Letter from Lemierre, nephew to the poet--Fontanes--Cléry. A society has been formed in London for the assistance of men of letters, both English and foreign. This society invited me to its annual meeting[147]; I made it my duty to attend and to present my subscription[148]. H.R.H. the Duke of York[149] occupied the chair; on his right were the Duke of Somerset[150] and Lords Torrington[151] and Bolton[152]; I myself sat on his left. I met my friend Mr. Canning[153] there. The poet, orator, and illustrious minister made a speech in which occurred the following passage, which did me too great honour, and which was reported in the newspapers: "Although the person of my noble friend, the Ambassador of France, is as yet but little known here, his character and writings are well known to all Europe. He began his career by expounding the principles of Christianity, and continued it by defending those of monarchy; and now he comes amongst us to unite the two countries by the common bonds of monarchical principles and Christian virtues[154]." * [Sidenote: The literary fund.] It is many years since Mr. Canning, the man of letters, improved himself by the political lessons of Mr. Pitt[155]; it is almost the same number of years since I began obscurely to write in that same English capital. Both of us have attained high station and are now members of a society devoted to the relief of unfortunate authors. Is it the affinity of our grandeurs or the relation of our sufferings that brought us together in this place? What should the Governor of the East Indies and the French Ambassador be doing at the banquet of the afflicted muses? It was rather George Canning and François de Chateaubriand who sat down to it, in remembrance of their former adversity and perhaps of their former happiness: they drank to the memory of Homer singing his verses for a morsel of bread.