All
end with me in rhyme; and to solace my midnights, I have scribbled another Turkish story
—not a Fragment—which you will receive soon after this. It does not trench upon your kingdom in the least, and if it did, you would soon reduce me to my proper boundaries. You will think, and justly, that I run some risk of losing the little I have gained in fame, by this further experiment on public patience; but I have really ceased to care on that head. I
written this, and published it, for the sake of the
employment
,—to wring my thoughts from reality, and take refuge in "imaginings," however "horrible;"