And, ‘stead of Aristides—woe the day
Such names should mingle!—welcome C——gh!
Here break we off, at this unhallow’d name,
Like priests of old, when words ill-omen’d came.
My next shall tell thee, bitterly shall tell,
Thoughts that * * * * *
Thoughts that—could patience hold—’twere wiser far
To leave still hid and burning where they are!