s not always quite natural.
He showed me the biographical and critical sketches of the English Poets which he is printing. . . . . They will form three volumes, and consist, I imagine, chiefly of the lectures he delivered at the Institution, newly prepared with that excessive care which is really a blemish in his later works, and which arises, I suppose, in some degree from a constitutional nervousness which often amounts to disease.
Lord Byron told me that he had injured his poem of Gertrude, by consulting his critical friends too much, and attempting to reconcile and follow all their advice.
His lectures at the Institution, from the same cause, though extremely popular at first, gradually became less so, though to the last they were remarkably well attended.
June 26.—I passed the greater part of this morning with Lord Byron.
When I first went in, I again met Lady Byron, and had a very pleasant conversation with her until her carriage came, when her husband bade her the sa