, i. 57-62.
"Monsieur de Puységur," says Lady H. Leveson Gower (Letters of Harriet, Countess of Granville, vol. i. p. 23), "is really concentré into one wrinkle. It is the oldest, gayest, thinnest, most withered, and most brilliant thing one can meet with. When there are so many young, fat fools going about the world, I wish for the transmigration of souls. Puységur might animate a whole family."
The phrase, of which Byron was in search, is Goethe's,
eine erstarrte Musik
(Stevens's
Life of Madame de Staël
, vol. ii. p. 195).