you
will believe me when I say, that I am as anxious for your success as one human being can be for another's,—as much as if I had never scribbled a line. Surely the field of fame is wide enough for all; and if it were not, I would not willingly rob my neighbour of a rood of it. Now you have a pretty property of some thousand acres there, and when you have passed your present Inclosure Bill, your income will be doubled, (there's a metaphor, worthy of a Templar, namely, pert and low,) while my wild common is too remote to incommode you, and quite incapable of such fertility. I
you (which return per post, as the printer would say) a curious letter from a friend of mine
, which will let you into the origin of
The Giaour
. Write soon.
Ever, dear Moore, yours most entirely, etc.
P.S.—This letter was written to me on account of a