a delicate nature, that can only be known in its own way and time.
I went to see his Patrician's Daughter.
It is an admirable play for the stage.
At the house of W. J. Fox, I saw first himself, an eloquent man, of great practical ability, then Cooper, (of the Purgatory of Suicides,) and others.
My poor selection of miscellanies has been courteously greeted in the London journals.
Openings were made for me to write, had I but leisure; it is for that I look to a second stay in London, since archives of more than a hundred volumes, (containing most interesting documents about Poland, where four of their ancestors were nuncios,) manuscript letters from Tasso, and the like.
With comments on these, and legendary lore enough to furnish Cooper or Walter Scott with a thousand romances, they enriched me; unhappily, I shall never have the strength or talent to make due use of it. I was sorry to leave them, for now I have recrossed the frontier into the Roman States.
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