My Dear Halleck:
I must send you a line to report to you the substance of a delightful conversation I had with Rogers about you last week. He asked Lady Davy, at one of his breakfasts, if she had read your poems; she answered no. "Shame on you," said he; "he has written some things which no poet living has surpassed, and you shall not be ignorant of him any longer." The book was brought, and Rogers read in his best manner several passages from Alnwick Castle, the greater part of Marco Bozzaris, and a few of the shorter pieces. He then laid down the volume and entertained us with a beautiful tribute to your merit as a poet.