I have read two pages of "Lalla Rookh," or whatever it is called. Merciful Heaven! I dare read no more, that I may be able to answer at once to any questions, "I have but just looked at the work." O Robinson! if I could, or if I dared, act and feel as Moore and his set do, what havoc could I not make amongst their crockery-ware! Why, there are not three lines together without some adulteration of common English, and the ever-recurring blunder of using the possessive case, "_compassion's_ tears," etc., for the preposition "of"--a blunder of which I have found no instances earlier than Dryden's slovenly verses written for the trade. The rule is, that the case _'s_ is always _personal_; either it marks a person, or a personification, or the relique of some proverbial personification, as "Who for their belly's sake," in "Lycidas." But for A to weep the tears of B puts me in mind of the exquisite passage in Rabelais where Pantagruel gives the page his cup, and begs him to go down into the courtyard, and curse and swear for him about half an hour or so.
MY DEAR POOLE,--It was a great comfort to me to meet and part from you as I did at Mr. Purkis's:[145] for, methinks, every true friendship that does not go with us to heaven, must needs be an obstacle to our own going thither,--to one of the parties, at all events.
I entreat your acceptance of a corrected copy of my "Sibylline Leaves" and "Literary Life;" and so wildly have they been printed, that a corrected copy is of some value to those to whom the works themselves are of any. I would that the misprinting had been the worst of the delusions and ill-usage, to which my credulity exposed me, from the said printer. After repeated promises that he took the printing, etc., merely to serve me as an old schoolfellow, and that he should charge "one sixpence profit," he charged paper, which I myself ordered for him at the paper-mill, at twenty-five to twenty-six shillings per ream, at thirty-five shillings, and, exclusive of this, his bill was £80 beyond the sum assigned by two eminent London printers as the price at which they would be willing to print the same quantity. And yet even this is among the minima of his Bristol honesty.