I believe I mentioned to you the extraordinary letters with which I was once persecuted by —; he, with whom "Queen Mab hath been." It was rather a singular circumstance that the parcel in which Mr. —'s work was forwarded to me, contained, at the same time, an elegy on the death of that deluded character, sent from I know not what quarter: it was in a separate sealed packet, addressed to me, to the care of Mr. Murray, and whether meant as what the French call "hommage de l'auteur," or sent from any other person, I dare say I shall never find out . . .