mission of y'e Printer. If you have patience, look it over. Do you know any body who can
stop
—I mean
point
-commas, and so forth? for I am, I hear, a sad hand at your punctuation. I have, but with some difficulty,
not
added any more to this snake of a poem, which has been lengthening its rattles every month. It is now fearfully long, being more than a canto and a half of
C. H
., which contains but 882 lines per book, with all late additions inclusive.
The last lines Hodgson likes—it is not often he does —and when he don't, he tells me with great energy, and I fret and alter. I have thrown them in to soften the ferocity of our Infidel, and, for a dying man, have given him a good deal to say for himself.