He--Hanson-left everything else in _Chancery Lane_ whatever, except your copy-papers for the last Canto, [Footnote: Of "Childe Harold."] etc., which having a degree of parchment he brought with him.
You may imagine his reception; he swore the books were a "waggon-load"; if they were, he should have come in a waggon; he would in that case have come quicker than he did.
Lord Lauderdale set off from hence twelve days ago accompanied by a cargo of Poesy directed to Mr.Hobhouse, all spick and span, and in MS.; you will see what it is like.

I have given it to Master Southey, and he shall have more before I have done with him.
You may make what I say here as public as you please, more particularly to Southey, whom I look upon--and will say so publicly-to be a dirty, lying rascal, and will prove it in ink--or in his blood, if I did not believe him to be too much of a poet to risk it! If he has forty reviews at his back, as he has the _Quarterly_, I would have at him in his scribbling capacity now that he has begun with me; but I will do nothing underhand; tell him what I say from _me_ and every one else you please.
You will see what I have said, if the parcel arrives safe.

I understand Coleridge went about repeating Southey's lie with pleasure.

I can believe it, for I had done him what is called a favour....

I can understand Coleridge's abusing me--but how or why _Southey_, whom I had never obliged in any sort of way, or done him the remotest service, should go about fibbing and calumniating is more than I readily comprehend.