He is a very pleasant, cheerful old fellow, curious about America, and evidently tickled at the circulation his works have had there, though, like most authors just now, he groans at not being able to participate in the profits.

Murray was very merry and loquacious.

He showed me a long letter from Lord Byron, who is in Italy.
It is written with some flippancy, but is an odd jumble.

His Lordship has written some 104 stanzas of the fourth canto ('Childe Harold').

He says it will be less metaphysical than the last canto, but thinks it will be at least equal to either of the preceding.