I imagine that you know how I formerly fully avenged the cause of Pope in the Quarterly against our amiable editor, Bowles. "Modes," that is myself, triumphed, and stroked his ears with much self-complacency, for he did hear his own words resound in the House of Lords, and more than one edition of Pope followed; and Pope was righted. He has of late been wronged in the recent Edinburgh Review.
I recollect that you have many of the first editions of Pope. I have some, particularly the Essay on Man, in four parts, as they were published. I never could find, as the anecdote runs, the "false" claim which Pope expressly made to keep the world in doubt whether he were the writer.
Should anything occur to you on the subject of Pope, your communication will delight an old acquaintance of yours, who never imagined he should have written so much poetry and so little verse. My intention is to enter at large into the literary period of Pope, to mark out its influence on him, and trace the consequences of his writings. His friends and his enemies are well known to me, and it is an active era in our literature.