digies they cannot do?
A magic Edifice you here survey,
Shot from the ruins of the other day!"

Which verses are thus ridiculed, unnecessarily, in the Parody:--

"'When energising objects men pursue,'
The Lord knows what is writ by Lord knows who.
'A modest Monologue you here survey,'
Hiss'd from the theatre the 'other day.'"
]

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LETTER 114. TO MR. MURRAY.

"Oct. 19. 1812.

"Many thanks, but I _must_ pay the _damage_, and will thank you to
tell me the amount for the engraving. I think the 'Rejected
Addresses' by far the best thing of the kind since the Rolliad, and
wish _you_ had published them. Tell the author 'I forgive him, were
he twenty times over a satirist;' and think his imitations not at
all inferior to the famous ones of Hawkins Browne. He must be a man
of very lively wit, and less scurrilous than wits often are:
altogether, I very much admire the performance, and wish it all
success. The _Satirist_ has taken a new tone, as you will see: we
have now, I think, finished with Childe Harold's critics. I have in
_hand_ a _Satire_ on _Waltzing,_ which you must publish
anonymously: it is not long, not quite two hundred lines, but will
make a very small boarded pamphlet. In a few days you shall have
it.

"P.S.--The editor of the _Satirist_ ought to be thanked for his
revocation; it is done handsomely, after five years' warfare."

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LETTER 115. TO MR. MURRAY.

"Oct. 23. 1812.

"Thanks, as usual. You go on boldly; but have a care of _glutting_
the public, who have by this time had enough of Childe Harold.
'Waltzing' shall be prepared. It is rather above two hundred
lines, with an introductory Letter to the Publisher. I think of
publishing, with Childe Harold, the opening lines of the 'Curse of
Minerva,' as far as the first speech of Pallas,--because some of
the readers like that part better than any I have ever written, and
as it contains nothing to affect the subject of the subsequent
portion, it will find a place as a _Descriptive Fragment_.

"The _plate_ is _broken_? between ourselves, it was unlike the
picture; and besides, upon the whole, the frontispiece of an
author's visage is but a paltry exhibition. At all events, _this_
would have been