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“ WITH THE BIBLE IN GREECE”
Corgialegno [-dilatory Greek financiers). What think you? I hope that it is not a Sin to say so.
(1823, October 29. Letter 1109, to Charles
F. Barry, Vol. VI., p. 271.)
Besides the tracts, etc., which you have sent for distribution, one of the English artificers, (hight Brownbill, a tinman,) left to my charge a number of Greek Testaments, which I will endeavour to distribute properly. The Greeks complain that the translation is not correct, nor in good Romaic: Bambas can decide on that point. I am trying to reconcile the clergy to
clergy to the distribution, which (without due regard to their hierarchy) they might contrive to impede or neutralise in the effect, from their power over their people. M' Brownbill has gone to the Islands, having some apprehension for his life, (not from the priests, however,) and apparently preferring rather to be a saint than a martyr, although his apprehensions of becoming the latter were probably unfounded.
1824, March 4. Letter 1139, to D' James
Kennedy, Vol. VI., p. 339.)
Thoughts on God.
(1) I trust that God is not a Jew (Vol. II., p. 35).
God will not be always a Tory (Vol. V., p. 235).
BYRON'S OPINIONS OF THE LITERARY LIFE
(1) The Author's Trade and the Making of a Poet And how does Sir Edgar ? and your friend Bland ? I suppose you are involved in some literary squabble. The only way is to despise all brothers of the quill. I suppose you won't allow me to be an author, but I contemn you all, you dogs !—I do.
You don't know Dallas, do you? He had a farce ready for the stage before I left England, and asked me for a prologue, which I promised, but sailed in such a hurry I never penned a couplet. I am afraid to ask after his drama, for fear it should be damned -Lord forgive me for using such a word ! but the pit, Sir, you know the pit—they will do these things in spite of merit! I remember this farce from a curious circumstance. When Drury Lane was burnt to the ground, by which accident Sheridan and his son lost the few remaining shillings they were worth, what doth my friend Dallas do? Why, before the fire was out, he writes a note to Tom Sheridan, the manager of this combustible concern, to inquire
BLACKET, THE COBBLER POET
whether this farce was not converted into fuel with about two thousand other unactable manuscripts, which of course were in great peril, if not actually consumed. Now was not this characteristic ? he ruling passions of Pope are nothing to it. Whilst the poor distracted manager was bewailing the loss of a building only worth 300,0001., together with some twenty thousand pounds of rags and tinsel in the tiring rooms, Bluebeard's elephants, and all that--in comes a note from a scorching author, requiring at his hands two acts and odd scenes of a farce !!
(1810, October 3. Letter 148, to Francis
Hodgson, Vol. I., p. 299.)
Yours and Pratt's protégé, Blacket, the cobbler, is dead, in spite of his rhymes, and is probably one of the instances where death has saved a man from damnation. You were the ruin of that poor fellow amongst you: had it not been for his patrons, he might now have been in very good plight, shoe(not verse-) making; but you have made him immortal with a vengeance. I write this, supposing poetry, patronage, and strong waters, to have been the death of him.
(1811, June 28. Letter 154, to R. C. Dallas,
Vol. I., p. 314.)
What has Sir Edgar done? And the Imitations and Translations—where are they? I suppose you don't mean to let the public off so easily, but charge them home with a quarto. For me, I am "sick of fops, and poesy, and prate,” and shall leave the “whole