other is better:—
Nereus, in faultless shape and blooming grace, The loveliest youth of all the Grecian race.
I suppose you are convinced against your will; and I know from Hudibras what I am to expect in such a case; but still, in spite of precedent and authority, I calculate on your submission to Horace, Homer, Milton, and George Ticknor!
Vive atque vale.
To Charles S. Daveis, Portland. Boston, February 8, 1814.
If all the world had their deserts, said the heir-apparent of Denmark in my hearing last night, who should escape whipping?
And so, my dear Charles, though I knew when I received your letter, a few moments ago, that it was a great deal more than I deserved, yet I felt much less compunction, I fear, than I ought, and less than I should have felt, if I had not been persuaded that other people were the objects of greater kindness than they merit. . . . .
I had seriously intended to send you a sketch of the Abraham of the Edinburgh Review, while I was running