Thank your brother in my name for his treatise.

[I]

have written 214 pages of a novel — one poem of 380 lines

[3]

, to be published (without my name) in a few weeks, with notes, — 560 lines of Bosworth Field, and 250 lines of another poem in rhyme, besides half a dozen smaller pieces. The poem to be published is a Satire.

[Apropos]

, I have been praised to the skies in the

Critical Review

[4]

, and abused greatly in another publication