—"look in her face and you forget them all," and every thing else. Oh that face!—by
te, Diva potens Cypri
, I would, to be beloved by that woman, build and burn another Troy.
Moore has a peculiarity of talent, or rather talents,—poetry, music, voice, all his own; and an expression in each, which never was, nor will be, possessed by another. But he is capable of still higher flights in poetry. By the by, what humour, what—every thing, in the "
Post-Bag!
" There is nothing Moore may not do, if he will but seriously set about it. In society, he is gentlemanly, gentle, and, altogether, more pleasing than any individual with whom I am acquainted. For his honour, principle, and independence, his conduct to —— speaks "trumpet-tongued." He has but one fault—and that one I daily regret—he is not
here
.