to Mr.Kelly the printer; L14 to Mr.Antonini; and L50 to Foscolo's builder--besides becoming security for L300 to his bankers (with whom Foscolo did business), in order to ensure him a respite for six months.

On the other hand, Foscolo agreed to insure his life for L600 as a sort of guarantee.
"Was ever" impecunious author "so trusted before"?
At this crisis in his affairs many friends came about him and took an interest in the patriot; Mr.Hallam and Mr.Wilbraham offered him money, but he would not accept "gratuities" from them, though he had no objection to accepting their "loans." Arrangements were then made for Foscolo to deliver a series of lectures on Italian Literature.

Everything was settled, the day arrived, the room was crowded with a distinguished assembly, when at the last moment Foscolo appeared without his MS., which he had forgotten.
The course of lectures, however, which had been designed to relieve him from the pressure of his debts, proved successful, and brought him in, it is said, as much as L1,000; whereupon he immediately set to work to squander his earnings by giving a public breakfast to his patrons, for which purpose he thought it incumbent on him, amongst other expenses, to make a new approach and a gravelled carriage road to Digamma Cottage.
Ugo Foscolo lived on credit to the end of his life, surrounded by all that was luxurious and beautiful.

How he contrived it, no one knew, for his resources remained at the lowest ebb.

Perhaps his friends helped him, for English Liberals of good means regarded him as a martyr in the cause of freedom, one who would never bow the knee to Baal, and who had dared the first Napoleon when his very word was law.