I have received testimonials from men not merely of genius according to my belief, but of the highest accredited reputation, that my translation of "Wallenstein" was in language and in metre superior to the original, and the parts most admired were substitutions of my own, on a principle of compensation.

Yet the whole work went for waste-paper.

I was abused--nay, my own remarks in the Preface were transferred to a Review, as the Reviewer's sentiments _against_ me, without even a hint that he had copied them from my own Preface.

Such was the fate of "Wallenstein"! And yet I dare appeal to any number of men of Genius--say, for instance, Mr.W.Scott, Mr.
Southey, Mr.Wordsworth, Mr.Wilson, Mr.Sotheby, Sir G.Beaumont, etc., whether the "Wallenstein" with all its defects (and it has grievous defects), is not worth all Schiller's other plays put together.

But I wonder not.