h, and with _more ceremony_ than I am fond of. I found
them finer ships than your own of the same class, well manned and
officered. A number of American gentlemen also were on board at the
time, and some ladies. As I was taking leave, an American lady
asked me for a _rose_ which I wore, for the purpose, she said, of
sending to America something which I had about me, as a memorial. I
need not add that I felt the compliment properly. Captain Chauncey
showed me an American and very pretty edition of my poems, and
offered me a passage to the United States, if I would go there.
Commodore Jones was also not less kind and attentive. I have since
received the enclosed letter, desiring me to sit for my picture for
some Americans. It is singular that, in the same year that Lady
Noel leaves by will an interdiction for my daughter to see her
father's portrait for many years, the individuals of a nation, not
remarkable for their liking to the English in particular, nor for
flattering men in general, request me to sit for my
'pourtraicture,' as Baron Bradwardine calls it. I am also told of
considerable literary honours in Germany. Goethe, I am told, is my
professed patron and protector. At Leipsic, this year, the highest
prize was proposed for a translation of two cantos of Childe
Harold. I am not sure that this was at _Leipsic_, but Mr. Rowcroft
was my authority--a good German scholar (a young American), and an
acquaintance of Goethe's.

"Goethe and the Germans are particularly fond of Don Juan, which
they judge of as a work of art. I had heard something of this
before through Baron Lutzerode. The translations have been very
frequent of several of the works, and Goethe made a comparison
between Faust and Manfred.

"All this is some compensation for your English native brutality,
so fully displayed this year to its highest extent.

"I forgot to mention a little anecdote of a different kind. I went
over the Constitution (the Commodore's flag-ship), and saw, among
other things worthy of remark, a little boy _born_ on board of her
by a sailor's wife. They had christened him 'Constitution Jones.'
I, of course, approved the name; and the woman added, 'Ah, sir, if
he turns out but half as good as his name!'

"Yours ever," &c.

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