gratify

the

public

with some new work "at no very distant period." Who would not be a bard? — that is to say, if all critics would be so polite. However, the others will pay me off, I doubt not, for this

gentle

encouragement. If so, have at 'em?

[By]

the by, I have written at my intervals of leisure, after two in the morning, 380 lines in blank verse, of Bosworth Field. I have luckily got Hutton's account

[3]

. I shall extend the poem to eight or ten books, and shall have finished it in a year. Whether it will be published or not must depend on circumstances. So much for