runs away with your money: my friend Hobhouse quarrels, too, with
the Quarterly: and (except the last) I am the innocent Istmhus
(damn the word! I can't spell it, though I have crossed that of
Corinth a dozen times) of these enmities.

"I will tell you something about Chillon.--A Mr. _De Luc_, ninety
years old, a Swiss, had it read to him, and is pleased with it,--so
my sister writes. He said that he was _with Rousseau_ at _Chillon_,
and that the description is perfectly correct. But this is not all:
I recollected something of the name, and find the following passage
in 'The Confessions,' vol. iii. page 247. liv. viii.:--

"'De tous ces amusemens celui qui me plût davantage fut une
promenade autour du Lac, que je fis en bateau avec _De Luc_ père,
sa bru, ses _deux fils_, et ma Therése. Nous mimes sept jours à
cette tournée par le plus beau temps du monde. J'en gardai le vif
souvenir des sites qui m'avoient frappé à l'autre extrémité du Lac,
et dont je fis la description, quelques années après, dans la
Nouvelle Heloise'

"This nonagenarian, De Luc, must be one of the 'deux fils.' He is
in England--infirm, but still in faculty. It is odd that he should
have lived so long, and not wanting in oddness that he should have
made this voyage with Jean Jacques, and afterwards, at such an
interval, read a poem by an Englishman (who had made precisely the
same circumnavigation) upon the same scenery.

"As for 'Manfred,' it is of no use sending _proofs_; nothing of
that kind comes. I sent the whole at different times. The two first
Acts are the best; the third so so; but I was blown with the first