How could you give so trite an image as in the last two lines?
Gifford does not like it; Frere does.

_A-propos_ of Mr.Frere: he came to me while at breakfast this morning, and between some stanzas which he was repeating to me of a truly original poem of his own, he said carelessly, "By the way, about _half-an-hour ago_ I was so silly (taking an immense pinch of snuff and priming his nostrils with it) as to get _married I_ "Perfectly true.

He set out for Hastings about an hour after he left me, and upon my conscience I verily believe that, if I had had your MS.

to have put into his hands, as sure as fate he would have sat with me reading it [Footnote: He had left his wife at the church so as to bring his poem to Murray.] all the morning and totally forgotten his little engagement.
I saw Lord Holland today looking very well.

I wish I could send you Gifford's "Ben Jonson"; it is full of fun and interest, and allowed on all hands to be most ably done; would, I am sure, amuse you.