ave given me a screed of metaphor and what not about _Pulci_,
and manners, and 'going without clothes, like our Saxon ancestors.'
Now, the _Saxons did not go without clothes_; and, in the next
place, they are not my ancestors, nor yours either; for mine were
Norman, and yours, I take it by your name, were _Gael_. And, in the
next, I differ from you about the 'refinement' which has banished
the comedies of Congreve. Are not the comedies of _Sheridan_? acted
to the thinnest houses? I know (as _ex-committed_) that 'The School
for Scandal' was the worst stock piece upon record. I also know
that Congreve gave up writing because Mrs. Centlivre's balderdash
drove his comedies off. So it is not decency, but stupidity, that
does all this; for Sheridan is as decent a writer as need be, and
Congreve no worse than Mrs. Centlivre, of whom Wilks (the actor)
said, 'not only her play would be damned, but she too.' He alluded
to 'A Bold Stroke for a Wife.' But last, and most to the purpose,
Pulci is _not_ an _indecent_ writer--at least in his first Canto,
as you will have perceived by this time.

"You talk of _refinement_:--are you all _more_ moral? are you _so_
moral? No such thing. _I_ know what the world is in England, by my
own proper experience of the best of it--at least of the loftiest;
and I have described it every where as it is to be found in all
places.

"But to return. I should like to see the _proofs_ of mine answer,
because there will be something to omit or to alter. But pray let
it be carefully printed. When convenient let me have an answer.

"Yours."

* * * * *

LETTER 366. TO MR. HOPPNER.

"Ravenna, March 31. 1820.

"Ravenna continues much the same as I described it. Conversazioni
all Lent, and much better ones than any at Venice. There are small
games at hazard, that is, faro, where nobody can point more than a
shilling or two;--other card-tables, and as much talk and coffee as
you please. Every body does and says what they please; and I do not
recollect any disagreeable events, except being three times falsely
accused of flirtation, and once being robbed of six sixpences by a
nobleman of the city, a Count * * *. I did not suspect the
illustrious delinquent; but the Countess V * * * and the Marquis L
*