decease, of "warbling truth at court," like Mr. Mallet
of indifferent memory.—Consider, one hundred marks a year! besides the wine and the disgrace; but then remorse would make me drown myself in my own butt before the year's end, or the finishing of my first dithyrambic.—So that, after all, I shall not meditate our laureate's death by pen or poison.
Will you present my best respects to Lady Holland? and believe me, hers and yours very sincerely.
Byron
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The ball was given in June, 1812, at Miss Johnson's (see