August 3, 1814.
DEAR SIR, — It is certainly a little extraordinary that you have not sent the Edinburgh Review, as I requested, and hoped it would not require a note a day to remind you. I see advertisements of Lara and Jaqueline; pray, why? when I requested you to postpone publication till my return to town.
I have a most amusing epistle from the Ettrick Bard — Hogg; in which, speaking of his bookseller, whom he denominates the "shabbiest" of the trade for not "lifting his bills," he adds, in so many words, "God damn him and them both." This is a pretty prelude to asking you to adopt him (the said Hogg); but this he wishes; and if you please, you and I will talk it over. He has a poem ready for the press (and your bills too, if "lift-able"), and bestows some benedictions on Mr. Moore for his abduction of Lara from the forthcoming Mis[cellany].
P.S. — Seriously, I think Mr. Hogg would suit you very well; and surely he is a man of great powers, and deserving of encouragement. I must knock out a tale for him, and you should at all events consider before you reject his suit. Scott is gone to the Orkneys in a gale of wind; and Hogg says that, during the said gale, "he is sure that S. is not quite at his ease, to say the best of it." Ah! I wish these home-keeping bards could taste a Mediterranean white squall, or the Gut in a gale of wind, or even the bay of Biscay with no wind at all.